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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Slice it left
Hook it right
I’m in the woods
More than sunlight
You say “Nice drive”
I say “Alright…”
As you’re reaching for another can
You’re lining up
Like it’s the tour
Tap-in putt
Still not sure
We’re keeping score
On the cart floor
Smudged up with mustard on my hand
[Chorus]
We’re just hacking up grass
Talking big
Twenty bucks says you don’t clear that twig (c’mon)
Closest to the pin
Bragging rights again
Losing balls like we’re made of them
Cold beer sweating in a busted-up tin
Laughing ‘til we can’t breathe
Here we go again
Who’s gonna break 100 first
My friend?
(Probably none of us)
But we’ll bet it all again
[Verse 2]
You top your drive
It dribbles ten
I say “Nice worm-burn”
You just grin
You call me out
On this belly I’m in
Say I’ve got more kegs than clubs
You’re on the tee
Doing practice swings
Talkin’ ‘bout
Your glory days things
Then you shank it
Where the gator king
Probably lives in that muddy slough
[Chorus]
We’re just hacking up grass
Talking big
Twenty bucks says you don’t clear that twig (hey!)
Closest to the pin
Bragging rights again
Losing balls like we’re made of them
Cold beer sweating in a busted-up tin
Laughing ‘til we can’t breathe
Here we go again
Who’s gonna break 100 first
My friend?
(Keep on dreaming)
But we’ll bet it all again
[Bridge]
You say “I’m due
This hole is mine”
I say “You said that back on number nine”
You’re one more swing from losing your mind
I’m one more sip from feeling just fine (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We’re just hacking up grass
Talking big
Double-or-nothing on that rotten twig (let’s go)
Closest to the pin
Bragging rights again
We’re rich in jokes if not in wins
Cold beer choir
Let the trash talk spin
Sun going down
But we ain’t going in
Who’s gonna break 100 first
My friend?
Scorecard’s ugly
But I’d play it all again
Details
GeneratedMar 18, 2026
Duration3:07
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Upbeat southern rock bar-band groove, male vocals. Crunchy twin guitars with open chords and slide licks, walking bass, and a snappy backbeat. Verses sit in a swaggering mid-tempo pocket; choruses explode with gang vocals and big crash hits. Short stop-time breaks for punchlines, then full-band kick back in. Add rowdy call-and-response shouts and a singalong outro that feels tailgate-ready., southern rock
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeModelAria v5
Prompt
Make an upbeat southern rock song about sucking a golf drinking cold beer hanging with buddies making fun of each other and betting on closest to the pin and who will break 100 strokes first.
