Haunting my dreams . . .
I’d just hit a nice iron onto the green.
Then the garbage truck roared on the street out front. Woke me up.
And I’m so sure I was going to par that hole . . .
I’d just hit a nice iron onto the green.
Then the garbage truck roared on the street out front. Woke me up.
And I’m so sure I was going to par that hole . . .