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[Intro]
Yeah, pour it up, load the boat
Tee it high, let’s go
[Verse 1]
Sun on the cooler, boots by the door
Whiskey in the flask and a score on the board
Pulled up to the course with the windows down
Whole crew laughing, making noise in town
I got a seven iron, you got a tall tale
Both of us swinging like we can’t fail
If the ball finds the bunker, we call it a plan
Then we crack one open and toast where we land
[Pre-Chorus]
From the fairway grass to the ocean blue
Every wild idea sounds better with you
[Chorus]
Whiskey in the cup, golf ball in the air
Big fish pulling hard, wind whipping through my hair
We don’t need a reason, we don’t need a map
Just a cooler full of cold ones and a boat that can handle that
Raise one up, let the good times roll
Fairway to the deep blue, that’s the way we go
If tomorrow asks what happened, tell ’em we had fun
Whiskey, golf, deep sea fishing till the day is done
[Verse 2]
Early on the water with the rods in the rack
Coffee for the captain, bait in the back
Line starts screaming, everybody jumps
Somebody drops a sandwich, somebody stomps
Reel it in steady, don’t let that monster run
Salt on our faces and a sky full of sun
When we land that catch, take a picture by the rail
Then head back to shore with another tall tale
[Pre-Chorus]
From the clubhouse porch to the harbor lights
We keep finding trouble on the best kind of nights
[Chorus]
Whiskey in the cup, golf ball in the air
Big fish pulling hard, wind whipping through my hair
We don’t need a reason, we don’t need a map
Just a cooler full of cold ones and a boat that can handle that
Raise one up, let the good times roll
Fairway to the deep blue, that’s the way we go
If tomorrow asks what happened, tell ’em we had fun
Whiskey, golf, deep sea fishing till the day is done
[Bridge]
Four friends, one truck, no schedule on the dash
A little bit of luck and a whole lot of cash
Spent on bait, green fees, and a bottle from the shelf
Best kind of rich is being loud with yourself
[Final Chorus]
Whiskey in the cup, golf ball in the air
Big fish pulling hard, wind whipping through my hair
We don’t need a reason, we don’t need a map
Just a cooler full of cold ones and a boat that can handle that
Raise one up, let the good times roll
Fairway to the deep blue, that’s the way we go
If tomorrow asks what happened, tell ’em we had fun
Whiskey, golf, deep sea fishing till the day is done
[Outro]
Tee it high, cast it far
Pour another round beneath the evening stars
Whiskey, golf, deep sea fishing, having fun
Same crew, next weekend, here we come
Details
GeneratedSep 10, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
country hip-hop party anthem, midtempo swaggering groove, twangy electric guitar riffs, acoustic guitar strums, thick 808 bass, crisp trap hi-hats, live kick and snare accents, occasional banjo fills, confident male sing-rap verses, raspy melodic chorus, playful call-and-response ad-libs, polished radio-ready mix with warm low end and bright guitars
Credits
Prompt byMistyRiff198
ModelAria v6
Prompt
A song about drinking whiskey, golfing, deep sea fishing, and having fun. Kind of hip/hop and country vibe.
