Poor Man's Game

Verse 1

Morning fog on the fairway line

Chain hits early just to get me right

Driver in my hand like a sermon

First tee singing like a warning bell

Pre-Chorus

Got dust on my knuckles and dirt in my soul

Every basket's a cross I carry home

Chorus

Throw it straight down the open lane

Flick of the wrist let it ride the wind

Birdie dance for the poor man's game

Chains go cha-ching when the disc rolls in

Post-Chorus

Roll in, roll in

Chains go cha-ching when the disc rolls in

Verse 2

Round two hunger won't let me rest

Lost a disc in the briar's nest

But I'll dig with my boots till the sun goes dead

Every scar is a prayer that I said

Pre-Chorus

Got sweat on my brow and mud on my knees

Every hyzer's a hymn in the breeze

Chorus

Throw it straight down the open lane

Flick of the wrist let it ride the wind

Birdie dance for the poor man's game

Chains go cha-ching when the disc rolls in

Post-Chorus

Roll in, roll in

Chains go cha-ching when the disc rolls in

Bridge

Night falls and the pond goes black

Trees whisper watch your back

But I walk the rough and I rise again

One more throw till the water ends

Chorus

Throw it straight down the open lane

Flick of the wrist let it ride the wind

Birdie dance for the poor man's game

Chains go cha-ching when the disc rolls in