G G7 I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wifeC G I've been out there hackin' every day of my lifeC G I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters A D D7 (drag the pick) and this new taylormade driver didn't make me any betterG G7 Man, I hit 'em fat and I hit 'em thinC G I roll 'em in the bunker's man, I hit 'em againC G E Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creekA D G I popped that sucker up and hooked it out on the street [Chorus]C G Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middleD G and I'll miss the green, to the left just a littleC G Chili dip a wedge, and put it all togetherA D Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leatherC G E If you call that good, and let me press on the sideA D G You can put me down for a five [Verse 2]G G7 Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us areC G But we carry our clubs in the back of our carsC G E What else you gonna do when your out of townA D D7 and you need to waste a whole day and shoot another roundG G7 Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble BeachC G and one time at Sawgrass I shot 83C G E If I live long enough to be 88A D G I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age [Chorus]C G Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middleD G and I'll miss the green, to the left just a littleC G Chili dip a wedge, and put it all togetherA D Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leatherC G E If you call that good, and let me press on the sideA D G You can put me down for a fiveE A D G Oh yeah you can put me down for a five
Shitty Golfer
Toby Keith
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