Golf Ball Blues

I got up so early this morning, the sun was low down on my back
I cast a long, long shadow, I'm playing a hell of a track
I got the blues, I got that special kinda blues
I got the golf ball blues

Where's that goddam green, the bunker's hiding my dream
I know it's up there somewhere
But it sure as hell can't be seen (No it can't)
Baby, I've got the blues, with my new rangefinder views
I got the golf ball blues

Baby, I got the blues, it ain't lettin' up anytime soon
I got the golf ball blues (So bad)

The clubs are surely cursed
The ball it don't run straight (No it don't)
The Golfing Gods against me
I thought he was my mate (Ha ha ha ha)
Baby, I got the blues
From my head down to my new white shoes
I got the golf ball blues (Yes I did)

Some cat in designer threads, standing at the tee so tall
He never went to fashion school
But he sure can hit that ball (Yes he can)
Baby I've got the blues
He plaid in dandy new plus two's (Yes he did)
I got the golf ball blues (Yes I do)

My baby talks to me, she gives me great advice (Uhh huhh)
But I wish she'd just keep quiet
As I've pushed another slice (Ooohh)
It'd make a man get dirty, as she putts another birdie
My Baby gives me the golf ball blues

Baby, I got the blues, it ain't lettin' up anytime soon
I got the golf ball blues, so bad

I pray that par 3 counts
I don't want to make a scene (No no no)
But I played the zig-zag course
It took me 6 to make the green (Yes I did)
Baby, I got the blues, I'm about to blow a fuse
I got the golf ball blues (Yes I do)

Now the 19th hole awaits
My scorecard says I'm done (Yes it does)
I'll carry my sorry arse home
Dreaming of a hole in one (Oh yeah)
Now it's time for more cold brews
I think my handicap's screwed
Maybe it's time I paid my dues (Yes it is)

I got the blues, it ain't lettin' up anytime soon
I got the golf ball blues
I got the blues, I got that special kinda blues
I got the golf ball blues



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Writer(s): Paul Connelly
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