Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Back Nine, artist - Loudon Wainwright III. Album song More Love Songs, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 23.02.2003
Record label: Demon
Song language: English
The Back Nine |
| In this game you’ve got eighteen holes |
| To shoot your best somehow |
| Where have all my divots gone |
| I’m in the back nine now |
| I got to move on down to that next fairway |
| Up to that flapping flag |
| There’s a storm formin' overhead |
| I got to shoulder up that bag |
| Shoulder up that bag |
| Shoulder up that bag |
| Got to move on down to that next fairway |
| Up to that flapping flag |
| I used to tote my daddy’s bag |
| When I was a boy |
| I saw him sweat and I heard him swear |
| But sometimes he’d whoop for joy |
| Golf clubs are made of wood and iron |
| No, no, no, they are not magic wands |
| And balls fall into sand traps |
| And balls drop into ponds |
| Balls drop into ponds |
| Balls drop into ponds |
| Golf clubs are made of wood and iron |
| No they are not magic wands |
| I’m walkin' around with these spiked shoes on |
| Oh it feels a little obscene |
| Mother nature with a manicure |
| Up here on this green |
| Oh I don’t know about you but I got to have me a few |
| When we get to that clubhouse bar |
| It’s my reward for this scorecard |
| I’m way over par |
| I’m way over par |
| I’m way over par |
| I don’t know about you |
| I got to drink me few |
| When we get to that clubhouse bar |
| In this game you got eighteen holes |
| To shoot your best somehow |
| Where have all my divots gone |
| I’m in the back nine now |