G G7
I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife
C G
I've been out there hackin' every day of my life
C 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 better
G G7
Man, I hit 'em fat and I hit 'em thin
C G
I roll 'em in the bunker's man, I hit 'em again
C G E
Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek
A D G
I popped that sucker up and hooked it out on the street
[Chorus]
C G
Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle
D G
and I'll miss the green, to the left just a little
C G
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
A D
Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather
C G E
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
A D G
You can put me down for a five
[Verse 2]
G G7
Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us are
C G
But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars
C G E
What else you gonna do when your out of town
A D D7
and you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round
G G7
Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach
C G
and one time at Sawgrass I shot 83
C G E
If I live long enough to be 88
A D G
I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age
[Chorus]
C G
Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle
D G
and I'll miss the green, to the left just a little
C G
Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together
A D
Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather
C G E
If you call that good, and let me press on the side
A D G
You can put me down for a five
E A D G
Oh yeah you can put me down for a five
