Misc Unsigned Bands - Porch funkies - it keeps on a rollin

^CI be pimpin' at the golf course, ^Amyou know how I do ^EHit it in the forest ^Eand it goes straight through ^CBig Z, Thom,^Am and Dr. G ^ERepresent the 5, 4, 6, ^EI mean 4, 5, 3.

^CHit it over the green ^Amwatch it bounce right back ^Ewe aim for the warehouse ^Ewhen we get off track ^Cgroving at the hobson ^Amwalking at the paul ^E'round here we're the law, son, ^Eyou know who to call

^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GPick it up son, ^C9this ain't bowling ^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GThese lanes don't end,^C9 watch it keep on rollin'.

^CGot my 5 inch tee, i^Amf you know what I mean ^EDrive it down the middle, got my sights on the green. ^CBent four iron and I^Am'm seeing the shot ^EAll the girls nearby gonna see what I got. ^CThe wind changes on ^Amme, goes from front to back ^EI say, "Man, fuck it," and I give it a whack. ^CFlying through the a^Amir just like I planned ^EBut I know something's up when I see where it lands. ^CCouldn't believe my ^Ameye's, thought god was trollin' ^E"God damn it, mother fucker!" watch it keep on rollin'.

^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GPick it up son,^C9 God ain't trollin' ^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GGotta be your fault i^C9f it keeps on rollin'.

^AThe ball rolls off the back,^A9 gets stuck in a tree ^DI try to kick it out and^G I bust up my knee. ^ATake the club back and ^A9the damn shaft breaks ^DMy dad don't believe me, ^Gsays my story's a fake. ^AI only got a few irons ^A9left to my name, ^DAnd all the girls are talkin,^G putting me to shame ^ABut how could I know where t^A9hat ball was going, ^Cevery time it hits the green, ^Dit just keeps on a rollin’

^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GThis round has sucked,^C9 I wont pretend ^DIt keeps on rollin', keeps on a'rollin ^GAnd I never thought it would,^C9 But it’s come to an e^Dnd