Lyrics

Written by Thomas Michael Riley

I took up golf late in life; got a new set of clubs from my dear wife;
She said, ?You?ve been spending too much time at home;?
So me and some good old buddies of mine;
Headed to the links for the very first time;
Where I discovered the greatest sport I?ve ever known.

It?s a lot like fishing without the lake;
You get out early and stay out late;
Take everything you own and toss it on the cart;
Ice chest, cold drinks, pork rinds too;
Golf clubs, golf balls, tees and shoes;
Then you?re off down the fairway chasing that little white ball.

Cow pasture pool; learning all the rules;
The red stakes are hazards; white stakes-- out of bounds;
I?m hitting five, hollering fore; writing three down for my score;
Lord I really love this game of golf.

You gotta make a side bet on every hole; never more than a dollar or so;
Longest off the T-box; closest one to the pin;
There?s birdies, greenies, sandies, and trash;
Man, I hope I brought enough cash;
If I can sink this forty foot putt, I think I?ll win.
Chorus
Quiet on the tee box! They?re ?bout to hit;
Grip the club, swing hard, and holler ?awe;
Should I hit another mulligan?.. ?cause that one?s out of play;?
Head down, swing easy, back in your stance;
Hit it past the ladies tee box or drop your pants;
There ain?t no better way to spend a day.

Cow pasture pool; breaking all the rules;
The red stakes are hazards; white stakes-- out of bounds;
I?m hitting five, hollering fore; writing three down for my score;
Lord I really love this game of golf.
I?m hitting five, hollering fore; writing three down for my score;
Lord I really love this game of golf.

C P Thomas Michael Publishing BMI