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Lyrics
[Verse]
Don's got a driver that's older than me
He swings like he's painting the air with glee
Ball’s in the woods or it’s lost by the creek
But Don doesn’t mind he’s got all week
[Chorus]
Swinging forever chasing the breeze
Counting the strokes like counting the trees
The score doesn’t matter he’s here to be free
Swinging forever under the tees
[Verse 2]
He’s got a hat that’s seen better days
Pockets full of tees in all kinds of ways
He chats with the squirrels he laughs with the crows
Takes a mulligan nobody knows
[Prechorus]
One shot two shots three shots more
Don’s still grinning what’s the score
[Chorus]
Swinging forever chasing the breeze
Counting the strokes like counting the trees
The score doesn’t matter he’s here to be free
Swinging forever under the tees
[Bridge]
The fairway’s a canvas the sky is his frame
Each swing’s a brushstroke in his endless game
The woods hum a tune the birds sing along
Don’s not in a rush he’s right where he belongs
Details
GeneratedAug 25, 2025
Duration3:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
soft harmonica, playful, and a laid-back storytelling vibe, acoustic with a touch of whimsy; warm fingerpicked guitar, folk, light tambourine taps for rhythm
Credits
Prompt byLunarImproviser551
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Don 80 years old wanna be golfer found wandering around the tee box or in the woods looking for his ball. He doesn't care how many swings it takes. He's enjoying the game and nature around him.
