

Got my old cap low and my glove hand set
Morning dew shining on the first tee yet
Coffee in the cart and the boys all grin Trying to keep
it straight when the round begins A little smack of iron in
the cooling air
Best kind of trouble when the day's out there
I don't need velvet ropes,
I don't need a line Just a clean struck drive and a
little more time When the sun sits high,
you can read my mind
This is what I like
A long fairway rolling in the morning light This is what I
like
A sweet pure swing and a ball flying right Hands up high
when the birdie putt drops just right
This is what I like
Yeah, this is what I like
Front nine talking big like we own the day Then a bunker
grins and it takes one away Still I love that walk and
the joke-filled ride Scorecard getting messy but I still got pride Every
green keeps calling like an old hometown And I chase that flag
till the sun goes down
It ain't about trophies,
it ain't about fame It's the stripe down the middle and calling
my name When I flush one clean,
man I feel the same
This is what I like
A long fairway rolling in the morning light This is what I
like
A sweet pure swing and a ball flying right Hands up high
when the birdie putt drops just right
This is what I like
Yeah, this is what I like
This is what I like
This is what I like
Yeah, this is what I like
One more round, this is what I like