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Lyrics

Sun burns low on the California pines, Coffee in a cup and a tee time at nine. Old friends rolling up in a beat-up cart, Talking big games before the round even starts. The dew’s still hanging on the edge of the green, Every laugh’s another memory in between. Some chase birdies, some just chase the day, Out here we all find our own kind of way. [Pre-Chorus] When the week’s been long and life gets loud, There’s one place that always brings us around. [Chorus] These Winchester lights keep calling me home, Where the fairways feel like they’re carved in stone. Every swing, every smile, every sunset sky, Makes you want to stay just a little while. Raise a glass when the last putt falls tonight, Good friends make everything feel right. It’s more than a golf course, more than a game— Winchester Country Club… we’ll remember your name. [Verse 2] Matt Johnson’s smiling at the first tee line, Josh Vaughn’s on the mic saying, “It’s your time.” Everybody laughing, everybody knows, Every round’s another story that grows. Eric Rakestraw’s got that driver in his hand, Trying to leave one somewhere they won’t understand. If it flies straight, they’re gonna talk for years, Another clubhouse legend over cold beers. [Bridge] It’s not about trophies sitting on a shelf, It’s the people that make this place itself. The early mornings, the bets, the jokes, The hugs, the handshakes, the stories we wrote. [Final Chorus] These Winchester lights keep calling us back, Through every season and every track. From Hole One all the way to Eighteen’s glow, There’s nowhere else that we’d rather go. If home’s a feeling, then this is ours, Built on fairways, friendships, and hours. When the sun goes down and the stars ignite, We’ll always find our way to the Winchester lights. [Outro] Tomorrow we’ll tee it up again… Same friends. Same laughs. Same dream.