Peter Jacobsen and Huey Lewis
Here I stand in mourning
There's just nothin' fallin'
Got to think of somethin' right away
I could maybe change my technique
And be just like Jim Furyk
I gotta take some chances to see, for me,
Missed putts do haunt
Get it to the hole - my putter's cold, wanna make 'em roll
Gonna try to do it right - woah - woah - oh - oh - oh
Can't you see it hangin' there, how do I feel? It isn't fair
They're gonna steal the spotlight from me
And all those lips I'm burnin'
Guess I'm still just learnin'
Better take some lessons for me, to see, if I'm just that bad
Get it to the hole - it's getting old, gotta make 'em fall
Better check my eyesight - woah - woah - oh - oh - oh
Get it to the hole - my putter's cold, just get it there - get it to the hole
Gonna try to do it right - woah - woah - oh - oh - oh - make it fall
Get it to the hole...ust one more roll
This is getting old...heart and soul
Based on "Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and The News
New lyrics by Peter Jacobsen and Huey Lewis
"Heart and Soul" words and music by Mike Chapman and Nicky Chinn
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