18 Holes
(John Denver)

When you see me tee up, you'd better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
I hook it to the left, I shank it to the right
I'll be looking for my ball until the dark of the night

You play 18 holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

If I could keep it in the fairway, I'd be a happy man
I'm usually in the water, the rough or the sand
I pitch it to the green, thinking now I'm gonna score
But everybody ducks when my caddie yells, "FORE!"

18 holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

Ocean side, sunny side, Tucson in the rain
Golf is my life, but it sure is a pain
I leave my wife and my kids 'cause I hear the call
Walking around a cursing at a little white ball

You play 18 holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the country club pro

Well, you may not believe it, 'cause this is how things are
My caddie's in the shack, my partner's in the bar
I started out a bum, I ended up a star
I shot 18 holes in one under par

You play 18 holes, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the country club pro
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