Growing up through by gone years
Hoping and praying
That my big chance would come
Id be the greatest
The world would see
Id walk that track
Without looking back
praying for that shot
The shot of the day
wind blowing rustling my hair
A little too short
My caddie would say
Those four little words
still haunt me today
My days are gone too late for me
But now in your eyes
those dreams i do see
You my little grandson
Even though you are only 3
The next tiger great i hope you will be
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