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Angel In Your Eyes
Ballad In Plain Bb

Banks of the Oswego
Bluebird Blues
Colin's Song
Comin' Home to Say Goodbye
Could've Been In Kansas
Cumberland Rose
Dark Clouds
Darlin' Susie
David K
Down By The Willow Grove
Farewell My Crazy Love
Give Me That Book
Golf Incident
Hands Of An Artist
Heavenward Bound
I Can't Sing This Song
I Don't Know Why You Come Here
I Thought Heaven Was Calling Me Home
It's a Long Long Way Up this Mountain
It's Not Over
Little Old Church
Low Bossie Low
Make Them Chickens Fly
Mama, Put Down That Picture
More To You Than Meets The Heart
Name On A Stone (Anna)
The Old Man Has Gone
On A Quiet Morning In Spring
One More Banjo Laid Down
Play Me Your Song
Pray Our Songs To Keep
Pretty Lies (I Believed You)
Rollin' Hills Of Mexico
Rose Of The Genesee
Rust on the Tracks
The Sailor's Curse
Sandy Beach
The Seeds They Sowed
Silent Lonesome Sound
Singing Just For Friends
Song For Someone
Song For Texas
Steal You Away
Stone By Stone
Telephone Blues
That Lovers' Tune
These Texas Blues
We Never Did Get To See Albert Einstein
When I'm With You
Where Do The Butterflies Dance?
Wildwood Flower Seeds

Bones Do Rattle (Debra Stout & Joe LaMay)
For a Nickel and a Song
(Richard Atkinson & Joe LaMay)
Hey Little Red Bird (Victoria Barber & Joe LaMay)
I Can't Open That Door (Joe LaMay & Dennis Dougherty)
Oh, I Remember That Song (Dennis Dougherty & Joe LaMay)
Passages of Time (Sunny Moser & Joe LaMay)
Rock Bottom is a Solid Place to Start (Dennis Dougherty & Joe LaMay)

Additional Lyrics Added:
Lonesome Valley
Rollin' Hills of Kentucky
When The Fields Are White With Daisies

The Golf IncidentPDF
Words by Joe LaMay

This a true story. It was written as a song - but I soon learned it was better presented as a recitation.

This tale I’ll tell to you my friend the best that I know how
For though it nearly killed me then I can laugh about it now
It was on the seventh hole my friend -three hundred sixty yards
The par was four - the dog-leg right - I checked it on the card

Now, Bill and Steve had both teed off with quite impressive drives
Two hundred fifty yards or more - their Maxflies side-by-side
To try to save some face my friend I must go for it all
I’d have to pull out all the stops and hit the longest ball

I pulled my driver from the bag - it’s number it was “one”
I took the cover off the head - I knew what must be done
To place the the ball upon the tee and try to clear my head
I must be sure my swing is true and my aim is dead

I kept my eye upon the ball as all good golfers do
For you must never move your head until the follow through
I did not want to “top” the ball - I must keep my driver low
But as I gave it all I had it hit the ground below

The head it bounced into the ball and knocked it from the tee
And sent it screaming ‘long the ground and heading for a tree
It must have burned a thousand worms - all were doomed to die
It finally stopped - two hundred yards - and on an uphill lie

As Bill and Steve walked on ahead I took my sad detour
One hundred sixty yards to go - I'd better use my “four”
I’d used it just three days before and in the pouring rain
That shot had landed on the green - perhaps it would again

I stood there sizing up the play and wondered what to do
For Bill and Steve had easy shots to reach the green in “two”
I re-confirmed my iron choice for it was plain to see
I had to reach the green in “two” while shooting ‘round a tree

It stood a mere ten yards from me atop a little rise
“I'll hit the ball around the trunk and take them by surprise”
And in my mind I heard their cheers and saw their smiles of glee
For showing them a miracle but it was not to be

I gauged the angle to the left that my shot was sure to wing
And pulled the club back o’er my head and started through my swing
I kept my eye upon the ball and played by all the rules
The ball came crashing off the tree and caught the “family jewels”

Now I don’t have to tell to you the pain that I did feel
But, let me try to emphasize that what I felt was real
It lifted me right off the ground and nestled in my spleen
And lightning bolts ran up my legs and met there in-between

Now thunder clouds formed in my eyes and tears began to swell
And as I lay there on the ground I heard somebody yell
“Are you alright?” they cried to me - but I could not reply
And if you’ve ever felt this pain you know the reason why

At first I thought this blinding pain would never go away
But soon my eyes could see again and I continued play
And though I finished with a “six” on what might have been a “four”
I’m lucky I’m alive to tell - on that I’m “dead nuts” sure

©1989 Joe LaMay Pressed For Time, BMI.
All rights reserved.

Pressed For Time
PO Box 305
Somerset, KY 42502

Released on:
Joe LaMay
at the Sunken Room 1992
Red Birdie Music


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