[Intro] Jester Park, the morning calls Shoes hit dirt, the old fear falls [Verse 1] November air and a numbered bib One deep breath, then let it rip From the Equestrian Center gate We choose the road we make today Ten-mile dreams or a hundred-mile climb Small rolling hills, one step at a time Iowa weather can change its mind But we brought the grit, and we're ready to find [Pre-Chorus] When the trail turns rough When the legs say slow There’s a stronger voice That says, keep going [Chorus] Stuffed Turkey, rise and run Jester Park beneath the sun Loop by loop, we earn our name Heart and miles and one more flame Ten, fifty, all the way We show up brave on race day Pain may visit, doubt may start But the finish line is in our heart [Verse 2] Aid station five, then mile ten Fill your bottle, begin again Pizza, potatoes, rice and beans Simple fuel for stubborn dreams No paper cups, bring what you need Pack your bottle, let the good trail breathe Every runner has a place in this A medal waiting past the miles we miss [Pre-Chorus] When the flat runs fast When the cold winds blow There’s a stronger voice That says, keep going [Chorus] Stuffed Turkey, rise and run Jester Park beneath the sun Loop by loop, we earn our name Heart and miles and one more flame Ten, fifty, all the way We show up brave on race day Pain may visit, doubt may start But the finish line is in our heart [Bridge] At mile fifty, call a friend One ten-mile loop until the end Four thousand five hundred fifty feet Of climb and descent beneath our feet Multiple miles, one human chain We carry hope through wind and rain No matter how the long road bends We find our strength in fellow friends [Breakdown] Step by step Breath by breath Still alive Not done yet [Final Chorus] Stuffed Turkey, rise and run Jester Park, we’ve overcome Loop by loop, the night gives way We made a promise and kept race day Ten, fifty, all the way Every brave heart earns its day Shirt, medal, stories to impart But the real prize was the starting heart [Outro] Jester Park, remember this The miles were hard, the finish is bliss Stuffed Turkey, we came to run And found out what we’re made of—one by one
