oh alarm clock when will you go off
so I go with my friend in the morning and play golf
Its true he's a better golfer than me
but sometimes even he hits it towards a tree
I'm hoping that with all the practice that I've put in
ill be able to say that I'm better than him
How I love this great classic game
but since my father died it hasn't been the same
he had a heart attack and died when I was 15
and he's all I think about when I step onto the green
I miss him so much and Id do anything you see
just to have him back and play 18 holes with me
Mr friend does what he can to cheer me up
but nothing makes me happy anymore except for whiskey in my cup
I tried to write a happy poem of happiness and sunshine
but it doesn't help to just pretend that everything is fine
tonight when I come home to my one room loft
Ill lie in my bed thinking of my father and how we used to play golf

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