Golfin’ In The Free World
The colors on the tee
Red, white, and blue
People shufflin’ their cleats
People sleepin’ in golf shoes
There’s a Cart Path Only Sign
On the hole ahead
There’s a lot of people playing
Frisbee golf instead
Don’t feel like a slow golfer
But I am to them
So I let ’em play through
With a wave of my hand
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
I see a woman in the night
With a sand wedge in her hand
On hold number eight
With a glow ball in the sand
Now she puts the wedge away
And she’s gonna take a drop
She hates her lie
And what she’s done with it
There’s one more golfer
That will never go to Q school
Never reach the green in two
Never get an eagle
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
We got a thousand rules of golf
For the handicap man
We got a kinder, gentler ball wash hand
We got golf super stores
And comfort stations
We got extra tee boxes
For the senior player
Got a ranger of the people
Let’s you play with five
Got a new driver
Got fairways to drive
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
Keep on golfin’ in the free world
