Winchester Boys

Letra

“Raise One at Somersett” (Country Rock Anthem) Verse 1 Sun’s coming up on the first tee box, Cold beer cracked by six o’clock. Comstock Cup’s about to light the fuse, But something feels off in these golf shoes. One cart’s empty where the stories grow, That loudmouth laugh ain’t stealing the show. Yeah, the boys all know who’s missing today… Eric Rake-Straw’s gone away. Pre-Chorus We’ll bust his chops till the day he returns, ‘Cause that’s how brotherhood is earned. Chorus Raise one high for Rake-Straw tonight, Swing one long and keep it right. From Somersett’s greens to the last call bell, The boys are raising all kinds of hell. Go get ‘em, Rick Angold, let it fly! Shawn Boyd, put that drive in the sky! We’ll make some memories, tell some lies, But it ain’t quite the same without our guy. Eric, we’re talking shit—but we miss you, brother! Verse 2 Every birdie gets another toast, Every lip-out gets another roast. The bets get bigger, the stories grow, Nobody remembers the final score. Somewhere Matt oughta be talking trash, Probably asking who’s buying the next round fast. The whole damn crew should be standing here, Laughing loud with another beer. Bridge To Matt and all the boys, Here’s to friendship making all the noise. Some cups are won, some cups are lost, But weekends like this are worth the cost. Final Chorus Raise one high for Rake-Straw tonight, We’ll save your seat beneath the lights. Rick Angold—bring that trophy home! Shawn Boyd—show ‘em whose fairways they roam! We’ll see you next year, that’s a damn sure bet, Back at the Comstock Cup in Somersett. ‘Til then we’ll laugh, we’ll drink, we’ll play… The boys just aren’t complete without Rake-Straw today. Outro Here’s to Rick. Here’s to Shawn. Here’s to Matt. Here’s to the boys. And here’s to Eric Rake-Straw… We’ll see you on the first tee next year.