Deep Rough

(yeah... yeah...)

Kentucky blue... Kentucky brutal

Piped it off the face, said "That'll be okay"

Then it took a hard right, disappeared from my day

Not first cut, not "manageable," not a polite little lie

This is eight-inch Kentucky bluegrass, thick enough to hide the sky

I walk up like a hero, then my confidence coughs

Cause the rough looks lush and innocent but it plays like handcuffs

Ball drops to the basement, vanishes out of sight

I'm starring in a nature documentary called "Golfers Lose Fights"

I part it like a curtain, I'm searchin' for the brand

Is it mine, is it yours, is it buried in the land

Found something white down there, could be ball, could be bone...

I mark it with a tee like "Please... let me go home"

Deep rough... got me in a chokehold

Thick lush... like it grew for revenge

I swing once... and it only goes lower

Deep rough... and I can't even tell if it's my ball, my ball

Deep rough... got me talkin' to the turf now

No luck... no launch, just heartbreak

I swing twice... and it dives like a submarine

Deep rough... and the grass says "Try again... try again"

I take my "smart" club, do the "safe" little chop

But the clubface hits salad and the ball doesn't pop

It just thunks... and it scoots like two inches at most

Then it sinks even deeper like it's payin' rent on the coast

My buddies on the fairway yell "Just punch it out"

I'm in here fightin' vegetation with increasing self-doubt

This rough is so thick it has its own zip code

I'm one swing away from filing a missing-persons report

My shoes start disappearin'... not even joking

The grass is grabbin' ankles like it's formally provokin'

I step, it pulls back, like quicksand with a greens fee

Kentucky bluegrass whisperin', "You should've aimed at me"

Deep rough... got me in a chokehold

Thick lush... like it grew for revenge

One more swing... and the ball goes deeper

Deep rough... now I'm losin' track of my own damn feet