On my first par of the tourney
I was hooking to stall my slice
There were traps and burns that blocked my swings
There was sand and swale and springs
The first swing I hit was a drive with a wood
And it skyed to the clouds
The heat was hot and the rain was wet
And the air had lulled the crowds

I've been through the weather on a course with no fame
It felt good to have doubts in my aim
In the weather, you can surrender your game
For there ain't no one who would hold you to blame
La, la ...

After two days of the weather's run
My skins began to earn bread
After three days, I had nearly won
I was looking hot and way ahead
And the glory I showed sent a shiver that glowed
Made me glad to think I'm not dead

You see, I've been through the weather on a course with no fame
It felt good to have clout and a name
In the weather, you can recover your claim
When there ain't no one who could leave you in shame
La, la ...

On the last day, I saw the course get bleak
'Cause the weather had turned to sleet
There were blasts and swirls and gusts and squalls
There was hail the size of balls
The motion of the weather spawns a strife that confounds
And a purpose devised above
Thunder and pity cried, my heart made a sound
As I fooled with my leather glove

Oh me, I've been through the weather on a course with no fame
I got screwed when I hit frozen rain
But no matter, I broke the rules of the game
And there ain't no way of relievin' my pain
La, la ...