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The Last Putt Waltz 1 by Jake

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The Last Putt Waltz 1

folk,male vocals

0:003:35
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(Verse 1)
Underneath the morning sun, I grip you like a secret gun,
A shaft of hope, a blade of trust, yet sometimes babe, you turn to dust.
Rolling whispers on the green, teasing lines that might have been,
You’re the riddle in my stance, the crooked chance in my last dance.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, you slice my heart in twain,
A love that’s wild, a maddening game,
From tap-in dreams to triple bogeys,
You’re my bane and my trophies.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Last Putt Waltz, a twisted tale,
We tango close, then we derail,
A love so fierce it bends the rules,
You’re my stubborn muse, my stubborn tool.
Through every lip-out, every near miss,
You’re the swing I curse and the shot I kiss.
The Last Putt Waltz, our bittersweet song,
In your crooked arms, is where I belong.
(Verse 2)
You chatter like a caddy’s jest, a teasing ghost within my chest,
From draw to fade, you mock my aim, yet without you, it’s not the same.
You steal my breath on the back nine's edge,
A love that’s wild, a solemn pledge,
To chase the hole, to fight the grain,
In your stubborn grip, I feel the pain.
(Pre-Chorus)
Oh, the way you twist and turn,
Lessons taught with every burn,
The putter’s kiss, the putter’s sting,
You’re my curse and my king.
(Chorus)
Oh, the Last Putt Waltz, a twisted tale,
We tango close, then we derail,
A love so fierce it bends the rules,
You’re my stubborn muse, my stubborn tool.
Through every lip-out, every near miss,
You’re the swing I curse and the shot I kiss.
The Last Putt Waltz, our bittersweet song,
In your crooked arms, is where I belong.
(Bridge - Spoken word with rising strings and banjo)
Every tap, every roll, a whispered promise, a secret scold.
You’re the line I chase, the ghost I face, in this dance of push and hold.
When shadows fall and nerves betray,
You’re the friend who won’t walk away.
A crooked love on emerald plains,
The pulse beneath my golfer’s veins.
(Chorus - Building intensity with harmonies and stomping)
Oh, the Last Putt Waltz, a twisted tale,
We tango close, then we derail,
A love so fierce it bends the rules,
You’re my stubborn muse, my stubborn tool.
Through every lip-out, every near miss,
You’re the swing I curse and the shot I kiss.
The Last Putt Waltz, our bittersweet song,
In your crooked arms, is where I belong.
(Outro - Soft, reflective with finger-picked guitar)
So here’s to you, my crooked friend,
Till every green meets its end,
The Last Putt Waltz, a love unruly,
My crooked heart, my faithful bully.
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