Peter Jacobsen
Hittin' in the morning sun
I'll be hittin' when the evening comes
Watching all my shots in flight
Knowing I ain't doing it right
I'm just hitting on the back of the range
Making a swing that feels so strange
Hitting on the back of the range
Not making a dime
I shanked a shot on seven
Chunked a wedge at number nine
3-putted number 11
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
I'm just hitting on the back of the range
trying to be just like Curtis Strange
Hitting on the back of the range
Not feeling so fine
It looks like my swing ain't gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what them pros all tell me to do
so my game will remain the same
Sitting on the end of my sack
Wonderin' what it is that I lack
Man, I feel like a hack
And I think I just hurt my back
I'm just hitting on the back of the range
And it's just starting to rain
Hitting on the back of the range
In a lot of pain
Hittin' in the morning sun
I'll be hitting when the evening comes
Watching all my shots in flight
knowing I ain't doing it right
I'm just hitting on the back of the range
Making a swing that feels so strange
Hitting on the back of the range
Not feeling so fine
Based on "(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay" by Otis Redding
New lyrics by Peter Jacobsen
"(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay" words and music by Otis Redding and Steve Cropper. Copyright 1968 Irving Music Inc., BMI
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