Back Nine - Ben Sidran

I made my way to the back nine

they call me the iron-man

watching out for the same traps

for you laten my plan

out on a back nine

I know how to do my thing

I traded in a five spot

for a new kind of club

but I still maintain my swing

Life ain’t nothing but fine

out on the back nine

Laying back on the back nine

the hussle is still my thing

Driving for show in the hole of a dow

you know they call me the rhythm-king

Out on the back nine

Is a hazard just to be alive

Still havin' fun with the ol' pitching run

Now the score ain’t nothing but drive

Got the bird on my mind

Out on the back nine

Out on the back nine

out on the back nine

you don’t have on a ball on the back nine

I got the view from the clubhouse turn

Just running with changes

on the driving ranges

waiting for the grass to burn

out on the back nine

everything is by the book

got the caddy from daddy

grooving my days

demon with a different on the back nine

Just a slice alive

What I really dig is us little cars

I think I’m have my own tees made up

say;

bebop, beboptees

put a ball on a beboptee

goes were pleases

free, balls free

Life ain’t nothing but fine