Toby Keith - sh**ty Golfer lyrics

I’m a sh**ty golfer, you can ask my wife I’ve been out there hackin’ every day of my life I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters And new taylormade driver didn’t make me any better Man, I hit ’em fast and I hit ’em thin I roll ’em in the bunker’s man, I hit ’em again Slice ’em in the bushes, crank ’em in a creek I popped that s**er up and hooked it out in the street Yeah, I’m 245 right down the middle And I’ll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a b**h right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight Hey, I’m a sh**ty golfer, most of us are But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars What else you gonna do when you’re out of town And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach And one time at Sawgra** I shot 83 If I live long enough to be 88 I think I’ll celebrate it by shooting my age Yeah, I’m 245 right down the middle And I’ll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a b**h right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight, oh yeah You can put me down for a fight