Life in the Slow Lane by Steve Black (2025) Recorded by Uncle Pleb (Steve Black and James Dennis) Verse 1 There are folk who live their days Gently roaming the Waterways Ever thought to take the plunge And leave all your cares behind? Verse 2 Load your boat, but not too much Give your dwelling that homely touch Slip the mooring and ride the cut And leave all your cares behind No frantic pace, no rush-hour race No public transport crush With tiller in hand, experience A different morning rush Chorus Life in the slow lane, life in the slow lane Life in the slow lane, life in the slow lane Verse 3 Float above the Cheshire Plain Scan the west for encroaching rain A sanguine smile says it's all the same You've left all your cares behind Verse 4 Say goodbye to the folk you knew Say hello to a different view And for that matter; a better you You've left all your cares behind No deadlines set, no targets met No constant push and pull Gaze at the sky, watch life drift by While steering from the hull Chorus Bridge: In blazing June, the trees in bloom A lark ascends without a care Or winter's snow, the potstove glow A cawing crow does split the air Chorus (×2) Verse 1 (reprise): There are folk who live their days Gently roaming the Waterways Ever thought to take the plunge And leave all your cares behind? Dedicated by the composer to his son and his partner, who have just joined the elite (and extremely lucky) club of narrow boat dwellers. Uncle Pleb are the hosts at Bollington Folk Club which meets in the Dog and Partridge which is where the recording was made. My thanks to Steve for providing the lyrics,
Life in the Slow Lane by Steve Black (2025) Recorded by Uncle Pleb (Steve Black and James Dennis) Verse 1 There are folk who live their days Gently roaming the Waterways Ever thought to take the plunge And leave all your cares behind? Verse 2 Load your boat, but not too much Give your dwelling that homely touch Slip the mooring and ride the cut And leave all your cares behind No frantic pace, no rush-hour race No public transport crush With tiller in hand, experience A different morning rush Chorus Life in the slow lane, life in the slow lane Life in the slow lane, life in the slow lane Verse 3 Float above the Cheshire Plain Scan the west for encroaching rain A sanguine smile says it's all the same You've left all your cares behind Verse 4 Say goodbye to the folk you knew Say hello to a different view And for that matter; a better you You've left all your cares behind No deadlines set, no targets met No constant push and pull Gaze at the sky, watch life drift by While steering from the hull Chorus Bridge: In blazing June, the trees in bloom A lark ascends without a care Or winter's snow, the potstove glow A cawing crow does split the air Chorus (×2) Verse 1 (reprise): There are folk who live their days Gently roaming the Waterways Ever thought to take the plunge And leave all your cares behind? Dedicated by the composer to his son and his partner, who have just joined the elite (and extremely lucky) club of narrow boat dwellers. Uncle Pleb are the hosts at Bollington Folk Club which meets in the Dog and Partridge which is where the recording was made. My thanks to Steve for providing the lyrics,
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