Double Bogey Blues
By Mickey Jones
7/14/2010
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It's early Sunday morning, the sun is coming up
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I'm on the tee at seven, I'm here to try my luck
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They say this games a tough one but I'll give it my best shot
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Cause the bunkers look like beaches and the greens like parking lots
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Oh lord, what I'm I gonna do
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Help me keep my head down, save me from these double bogey blues
First I pull out my driver, I check my stance and grip
I'm trying to remember every Nicklaus tip
Straighten that left elbow, slightly bend your knees
Keep that ball behind you and look out for those trees
Oh lord, what club should I use
You know I'm lost out in the forest, save me from those double bogey blues
Lead break
Well I started out with three balls, now two of them are lost
Got two hundred yards of water that I gotta get across
Did I hear somebody talking about a Forty dollar bet
I got Thirty in my pocket, but I won't let em' see me sweat
Oh Lord, the next Bud's for you
Help me with this three wood, save me from those double bogey blues
Well I'm on the eighteenth and seven, my knees began to shake
I'm praying I can one putt, try to save an eight
It's a forty dollar nassau, if I sink this I'm in lock
I'll be sitting in the club house, sippin' bourbon on the rocks
Oh Lord, what am I gonna do
Help me keep my head down, save me from these double bogey blues
Oh oh oh Lord, I can't afford to lose
You know I'll be in church next Sunday, just save me from those double Bogey blues
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