East Lake

Lyrics

[Intro — instrumental only, no vocals]
[a golf driver cracks a crisp THWACK, a putt drops, a gallery claps; the beat builds]
[Instrumental build — still no singing, let the groove settle in]
[Instrumental — the swing and the strings carry it alone]

[Verse 1 — vocals enter at last]
East of the city where the fairways roll,
Bobby Jones's home and the famous hole;
swing the driver, hear the crisp THWACK,
East Lake driving and it won't look back.

[Chorus]
East Lake, East Lake, swing and drop,
the TOUR comes home where the legends stop;
whack, whack, putt, hear the gallery clap,
the greatest comeback on the eastside map.

[Verse 2]
The cradle of golf in the southern sun,
a neighborhood reborn where the champions run;
every swing a hope on the manicured green,
East Lake swinging like a putting dream.

[Chorus]
East Lake, East Lake, swing and drop,
the TOUR comes home where the legends stop;
whack, whack, putt, hear the gallery clap,
the greatest comeback on the eastside map.

[Outro — vocals stop here]
[Instrumental — the golf swing rides out alone, no more singing]
[Long instrumental outro — the groove fades slowly all the way down to silence]