Lyrics

[Verse]
Zack Wilder's got a rifle, but can't shoot a deer,
Sits in the woods for hours, just him and his fear,
Fish never bite when he casts his line,
Spends his days alone, lost in the pine.

[Verse 2]
One beer’s enough to knock him down cold,
He dreams of the past, and stories he's told,
Stumbling and tumbling, can't stand up straight,
With a heart full of yearning and a soul out of date.

[Chorus]
Oh, poor ol' Zack Wilder, he's tryin' his best,
Out in the fields, just like all the rest,
But luck ain't his friend, and that's just the truth,
He looks up to Luke, the hero of his youth.

[Verse 3]
Golf clubs in hand, he's out on the green,
Swinging and missing, he's making a scene,
Loves the game dearly, though his shots go astray,
In the end, it’s just another lost day.

[Verse 4]
His life's a long road, winding and deep,
Full of missed targets and nights without sleep,
Wants to be someone who's strong and admired,
But all he’s got is a heart that's inspired.

[Chorus]
Oh, poor ol' Zack Wilder, he's tryin' his best,
Out in the fields, just like all the rest,
But luck ain't his friend, and that's just the truth,
He looks up to Luke, the hero of his youth.