Tee'd Up and Turned

We tee'd up and turn. Pull up in the car, cold beer in

the dash. Polo collar poppin' with a little red flash. Sun's high,

green's shy, we're chasing that flag. Birdie on my mind and a

buzz in my back. Ain't no nine to five or nine holes deep.

She's in cutoffs, barefoot, drinking sweet tea. That swing's got style,

that smile's on me. This fairway feels like Tennessee. We tee'd up

and turn. Got the speakers burning loud. Car pad party, we the talk

of the crowd. That country gold on my Spotify sound .