Epp’s golf

Ben and Maggie rolled back into town

Clubs in the trunk and the top dropped down

Ben’s swing’s wild, hittin’ every tree

But Maggie’s crushin’ drives like it’s the LPGA

Mom can chip it close from the rough all day

But give her a putt and it’s three the hard way

The gunch punch hits like a summertime song

And Dad’s out here steady, just parrin’ along

We ain’t in a hurry, ain’t no one behind

Not hittin’ into folks, we’re takin’ our time

The sky’s turnin’ gold over prairie dunes

Cool breeze blowin’, right on cue

There’s laughter and beers, just passin’ ‘em ‘round

This family fairway’s holy ground

It don’t get better — no, not now, not how —

Than Prairie Dunes at sundown

Fairways might bend, and the lies might bite

But nobody’s keepin’ score tonight

We’re swingin’ easy, talkin’ smack

Tees in the ground, and no lookin’ back

We ain’t in a hurry, ain’t no one behind

Not hittin’ into folks, we’re takin’ our time

The sky’s turnin’ gold over prairie dunes

Cool breeze blowin’, right on cue

There’s laughter and beers, just passin’ ‘em ‘round

This family fairway’s holy ground

It don’t get better — no, not now, not how —

Than Prairie Dunes at sundown

There’s magic in the hush of the 17th green

With kin by your side and the grass cut clean

No trophy needed, just one more round

With the people you love on familiar ground

We ain’t in a hurry, ain’t no one behind

Just the sound of a swing and peace of mind

The sky’s sayin’ goodbye, but we’re still tuned

To the heart of this place — sweet Prairie Dunes

Crack a cold one, let the sun go down

We’re right where we’re meant to be found —

At Prairie Dunes at sundown