[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Cooler in the stang, brace cinched tight on my knee Been chunkin plastic circles since ninety three Young bucks grin when I limp up slow Til that beat up roller steals the whole damn show Don’t throw no flex shots up into the sky Keep it low and dirty, let the grass decide While they’re huntin brush where their drivers sank Mine’s hummin down the fairway like a goddam tank [Verse 2] Met a kid named Tyler backpack stacked with hype Carbon retriever, putter he called Light Said sir rollers died out years ago I said son just watch this old man work the road Brand new plastic, bluetooth on his hip Tour series driver, throw like an evangelist Wound up hard, let out a mighty cry Smacked the first tree and watched that disc die [Verse 3] I laid a beat up Photon down the hill Kissed one root, turned with perfect will Rolled right past the basket parked three feet clean Tyler just blinked said teach that shot to me League night thursday out the county park Mosquitoes hummin when it gets dark Larry blew his shoulder windin up hard I rolled one quiet by the wildflower yard [Verse 4] Big Mike grip locked into the creek Jenny clanged the chains on a lucky sneak Hole seven wind blowin mean and thick My roller cut through like a fairway stick There’s wisdom in the wobble, dust on the rim Knowin every bad kick, every wind that’s comin Young arms are dead by hole fifteen Us old rollers? We just get clean [Chorus] I’m the roller king at sixty three Still hummin through the oak and pine Lucky hat faded, back half broken But these old discs still roll just fine Everybody’s throwin high and pretty I’m down low, smooth and gritty When that disc stands up and starts to sing Whole card yells DANG HE STILL GOT SWING [Verse 5] Might need glasses just to read the tee sign But I know every root on that back nine They call it luck, between you and me It’s thirty years of rollin geometry Grandkids tag along carry minis in their hand Think their grandpa’s famous all across the land Ain’t got no sponsor, and i ain’t rich But I still carve magic with that sideways pitch [Bridge] Knees start barkin, back gets tight That disc keeps dancin into sunset light Ain’t never won no big trophy plate But every old timer here knows my name They can throw all the distance they can bring Nobody rolls like the roller king [Interlude] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus] I’m the roller king at sixty three Still hummin through the oak and pine Lucky hat faded, back half broken But these old discs still roll just fine Everybody’s throwin high and pretty I’m down low, smooth and gritty When that disc stands up and starts to sing Whole card yells DAMN THAT’S THE ROLLER KING [Verse 6] Someday they’ll scatter my ashes out by hole nine By the crooked cedar and the old park sign If the wind blows right on a warm july eve You might see a ghost roller curlin through the leaves Some kid’ll ask who carved that crazy line Somebody’ll grin said an old man in his prime They’ll laugh loud while the chains go ching For the legend of the roller king [Outro] Roll on, roll on Down that fairway line Roll on, roll on Still feelin fine Roll on, roll on Let the young arms swing I’ll be low and gone Like the roller king Might move slow But I still got soul When the disc hits dirt Everybody knows The legend of the roller king The Roller King