[Verse 1] There’s a feeling in the air when the springtime comes around, When the dogwoods start to blossom in that little Georgia town. The roads are filled with dreamers, and the stories come alive, Everybody’s chasing something when they make that Augusta drive. There’s history in the fairways, there’s a legend in the trees, There’s a thousand conversations carried on a Southern breeze. But somewhere past the ropes and all the things that money buys, There’s a bigger kind of purpose if you look through different eyes. [Pre-Chorus] We didn’t come for just a ticket, Didn’t come to make a name. We came to build a table Where everybody brings a flame. And when the final putt is finished, And the crowds have gone away, We want something worth remembering To be growing here someday. [Chorus] One week in Augusta, fifty-one more to give, It’s not just how we gather, it’s the difference that we live. Raise a glass to the friendships, raise a hand to the sky, Some moments last an evening, some will last a lifetime. [Verse 2] There’s a light on at Mulligans, music drifting through the night, Old friends and brand-new faces underneath those Southern lights. There’s a chef who’s telling stories with every plate he brings, And a songwriter in the corner making ordinary moments sing. There’s a gathering at The Ranch where the stars are shining bright, And a thousand different stories coming together for the night. There’s a young kid holding dreams that haven’t happened yet, And the chance to change a future is the one thing we can’t forget. From the tables to the fairways, From the music to the green, Every experience gives back To something bigger than we’ve seen. [Pre-Chorus] It’s not about the spotlight, It’s not about the show. It’s about the hands we’re holding And the seeds we choose to sow. We listen before we lead, And we give before we gain. When the world moves on from Augusta, Our commitment still remains. [Chorus] One week in Augusta, fifty-one more to give, It’s not just how we gather, it’s the difference that we live. Raise a glass to the friendships, raise a hand to the sky, Some moments last an evening, some will last a lifetime. [Verse 3] There’s a seat here at the table for the ones who understand, That the greatest things we’re given were never ours to command. They’re entrusted to our keeping, for a little while we’re here, And the measure of a lifetime is the lives we hold so dear. We can celebrate the legends, We can honor those before, We can build a better future While we’re walking through that door. So bring your heart and bring your story, Bring the best of what you do. Because stewardship isn’t something That belongs to just a few. [Final Chorus] One week in Augusta, fifty-one more to give, It’s not just how we gather, it’s the difference that we live. Raise a glass to the friendships, raise a hand to the sky, Some moments last an evening, some will last a lifetime. [Outro] Some moments last an evening, Some will last a lifetime.
