Well, here's the situation I'm up a creek again Hybrid wood in my hand Mud on both my shoes I point her at the fairway And let that old thing fly Pray for one good bounce Before she goes astray Come on, baby Roll like you mean it One straight line Right through the green Up a creek, up a creek Don't let me sink this week Up a creek, up a creek Swing it hard, stay sweet One good shot One good break Send that little white ball Before my pride gets ate I caught it clean enough But she had other plans A cloud of dust behind her And a bunker up ahead She skimmed the bunker lip And kissed the edge of safe My buddies started laughing But I just looked away The cart path keeps on talking Like it knows what I've been through And somewhere past the trouble I can hear that pin call too Come on, baby Roll like you mean it One straight line Right through the green Up a creek, up a creek Don't let me sink this week Up a creek, up a creek Swing it hard, stay sweet One good shot One good break Send that little white ball Before my pride gets ate Three swings from the fairway In the fading afternoon I found a patch of mercy And I sent one toward the moon No more rough around me No more panic in my grip Just one quiet little swing And a little luck to help it stick And when I saw it rolling I forgot about the score Sometimes you don't need winning You just need one more Up a creek, up a creek But I ain't sinking yet Up a creek, up a creek Not ready to quit One good shot One good break Sometimes that's all a man needs To find his way back home again Up a creek Still in the game One more swing One more chance And the hole still knows my name
