Shitty Golfer Lyrics - Toby Keith

I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife 

I've been out there hacking every day of my life 

I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters 

And new taylormade driver didn't make me any better 

Man, I hit 'em fast and I hit 'em thin 

I roll 'em in the bunker's man, I hit 'em again 

Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek 

I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street 

Yeah, I'm two 45 right down the middle 

And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little 

Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together 

Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather 

If you call that good, and let me press on the side 

You can put me down for a fight 

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Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us are 

But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars 

What else you gonna do? When you're out of town 

And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round 

Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach 

And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83 

If I live long enough to be 88 

I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age 

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Yeah, I'm two 45 right down the middle 

And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little 

Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together 

Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather 

And if you call that good, and let me press on the side 

You can put me down for a fight, oh yeah 

You can put me down for a fight