Title: “One More Round with Mike” (Verse 1) From Beacon, New York, to these Lowcountry greens He traded the Hudson for the salt-marsh breeze Big smile, shamrock balls, and a swing so smooth Every tee box felt better the day Mike showed up to play He marshaled the Heritage, rode bikes ‘round the isle Coached First Tee kids with that same old smile But nothing lit him up like a Wednesday afternoon game Calling out, “Who’s buying the first one?” and laughing the same (Chorus) So here’s one more round with Mike Single-barrel straight, no ice Light a good cigar, let the stories ignite We’ll toast to the man who made every day bright Yeah, here’s one more round with Mike (Verse 2) He kept the pace moving, kept the group having fun Never too busy to help a guy read the line If your drive went left, he’d just grin and say “That’s okay, pal, the bar’s still straight ahead anyway!” We talked Toy for Tots just the other day He said, “I’m feeling good, boys, let’s go play” None of us knew that the 19th hole he’d find Was waiting up above with an eternal tee time (Chorus) So here’s one more round with Mike Single-barrel straight, no ice Light a good cigar, let the stories ignite We’ll toast to the man who made every day bright Yeah, here’s one more round with Mike (Bridge) Every day’s a gift, he showed us that’s true By the way he lived, by the way he loved you So we’ll honor him best when we laugh and we play And know Mike’s still walking the fairways today (Final Chorus – everyone louder) Here’s one more round with Mike Single-barrel straight, no ice Raise ‘em high, boys, let the glasses all clink For the friend we’ll see every time we tee it up again Yeah, here’s one more round… One more laugh, one more story, one more perfect drive… One more round with Mike (Outro – slower, softer) Save a spot on the cart, brother… We’ll be along.
