All 18 (Radio Edit)

I'd roll up, the sun creeps over the horizon
Wiping the sleep out my eyes and then
I'd make a little sandwich-egg, cheese, sausage
What's on the agenda, the tees seem long
I'm headin' on over to a golf cart
Got a song playin' on headphones, wind in my face
As I visit each tee box with a steady pace
I'd move tee markers, front nine first
I've done it so many times
I knew the hole order I would go to
To move 'em most efficiently
I knew it so well, it was muscle memory
Then I was back at the club house
Now I'm hoppin' on the tee mower
Hopin' it would start (But it didn't)
I fiddled with it
Finally, a solid 20 minutes go by
I got the engine roarin', I rolled out the garage
It was lopsided, though 'cause the one tire didn't hold air
I'd limp over to the compressor to top it off for the day
Next stop: gas tank, filled up full enough, I'd think
Wasn't sure, the broken needle ain't tell me nothin', dang

It's the crisp morning air that caressed my face
When dew on the grass shimmered, life was made
The sun rose, I swear just to warm the greens
I cared for every part of it all 18
It's the cool morning breeze that brushed my face
When ponds on the course shimmered, life was made
The sun rose, makin' the fairways green
I cared for every part of it all 18

Dare I say, the very best day
My favorite was cuttin' them fairways straight
Ventrac time, I gotta fill it up with diesel the old-school way
What you knowin' 'bout a hand pump?
Son, that was so archaic
It worked, nonetheless, then the flagship fairway
I'd go to next, hole one I'd cut
It looked magnificent
Then I had the whole day to roll around the course
Mowin' down all the golfers
Of course, I meant avoiding all the golfers (Haha)
Mowin' down the grass one hole after another
Headphones on blast, I was havin' a blast
I had to cut the fairways fast though
Before the dew evaporates
After that the lines are so hard to see (Facts!)
My stomach growlin' now, it's lunch time pal
And I shuffled on back to the club house, yeah
A hot dog was always on tap
That or a pepperoni roll
Either topped with the best chili ever made
I got a bag of chips to go along side that
Some days, I'd grab a Slim Jim
Other days a Twix or a Kit Kat, hey

It's the crisp morning air that caressed my face
When dew on the grass shimmered, life was made
The sun rose, I swear just to warm the greens
I cared for every part of it all 18
It's the cool morning breeze that brushed my face
When ponds on the course shimmered, life was made
The sun rose, makin' the fairways green
I cared for every part of it all 18

I remember when I started working that course
It was high school summer, just weedeatin', sure
With the occcasional chore like takin the trash
To the dumpster and rakin' up sand traps galore
I was pickin' braches up and sticks off of cart paths
I was makin' trips to the burn pile, mad dash
Blowin' debris and some leaves off of greens
Repaint the yard markers so they can be seen
Finally promoted, I was mowin' all the tees
But you already know it, don't intervene
Fun fact, we added some plastic baskets
The tee mower's now a fringe mower, fantastic
The fringes I would taper, I was makin' 'em look perfect
Reminiscin' back to those days, they were worth it

Fore!
Agh, God