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Scotty's Sweet Stroke by Jake

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Scotty's Sweet Stroke

Folk

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— Instrumental Break with Banjo and Mandolin —
Underneath the vast blue sky, I lace my shoes, the days are rye,
With a banjo’s gentle twang, and a mandolin’s soft sigh.
I step on to the emerald stage, where whispers ride the breeze,
A Scotty Cameron in my hand, ready to tame the tease.
The morning dew’s a mirror, reflecting hopes I’ve yet to find,
Each putt a story written deep, like chords that bind the mind.
Oh, Scotty’s sweet stroke, it slides like honey through the grass,
Like butter melting slow and smooth, in a dance that’ll never pass.
From dusty trails to river bends, it sings a song so true,
That every roll’s a melody, and every line’s brand new.
The sun dips low, the shadows stretch, the green’s a living art,
A tale of sweat and steady hands, and beating of the heart.
I hear the fiddle’s playing soft, a rhythm pure and clear,
Like Mumford’s voice in twilight’s hush, it pulls my soul near.
The grip’s a promise held so tight, a secret in the stroke,
A buttery caress that glides like words the heart has spoke.
Oh, Scotty’s sweet stroke, it slides like honey through the grass,
Like butter melting slow and smooth, in a dance that’ll never pass.
From dusty trails to river bends, it sings a song so true,
That every roll’s a melody, and every line’s brand new.
Through winds that weave the prairie’s breath, and fields that softly call,
This stroke’s a whispered lullaby that never lets me fall.
Each putt a tender brush of silk, a glide both firm and kind,
With Scotty’s touch I find my rhythm, and peace within my mind.
With Scotty’s touch I find my rhythm, and peace within my mind.
Oh, Scotty’s sweet stroke, it slides like honey through the grass,
Like butter melting slow and smooth, in a dance that’ll never pass.
From dusty trails to river bends, it sings a song so true,
That every roll’s a melody, and every line’s brand new.
Here’s to quiet moments caught on greens where dreams are spoke,
With Scotty’s magic hand, and that sweet, sweet stroke.
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