The Back Nine 歌詞

In this game you've got eighteen holes To shoot your best somehow Where have all my divots gone I'm in the back nine now I got to move on down to that next fairway Up to that flapping flag There's a storm formin' overhead I got to shoulder up that bag Shoulder up that bag Shoulder up that bag Got to move on down to that next fairway Up to that flapping flag I used to tote my daddy's bag When i was a boy I saw him sweat and i heard him swear But sometimes he'd whoop for joy Golf clubs are made of wood and iron No, no, no, they are not magic wands And balls fall into sand traps And balls drop into ponds Balls drop into ponds Balls drop into ponds Golf clubs are made of wood and iron No they are not magic wands I'm walkin' around with these spiked shoes on Oh it feels a little obscene Mother nature with a manicure Up here on this green Oh i don't know about you but i got to have me a few When we get to that clubhouse bar It's my reward for this scorecard I'm way over par I'm way over par I'm way over par I don't know about you I got to drink me few When we get to that clubhouse bar In this game you got eighteen holes To shoot your best somehow Where have all my divots gone I'm in the back nine now