Lyrics Back Nine - Ben Sidran

Back Nine

I made my way to the back nine
they call me the iron-man
watching out for the same traps
for you laten my plan
out on a back nine
I know how to do my thing
I traded in a five spot
for a new kind of club
but I still maintain my swing
Life ain’t nothing but fine
out on the back nine
Laying back on the back nine
the hussle is still my thing
Driving for show in the hole of a dow
you know they call me the rhythm-king
Out on the back nine
Is a hazard just to be alive
Still havin' fun with the ol' pitching run
Now the score ain’t nothing but drive
Got the bird on my mind
Out on the back nine
Out on the back nine
out on the back nine
you don’t have on a ball on the back nine
I got the view from the clubhouse turn
Just running with changes
on the driving ranges
waiting for the grass to burn
out on the back nine
everything is by the book
got the caddy from daddy
grooving my days
demon with a different on the back nine
Just a slice alive
What I really dig is us little cars
I think I’m have my own tees made up
say;
bebop, beboptees
put a ball on a beboptee
goes were pleases
free, balls free
Life ain’t nothing but fine