Nine Ball

I don't wanna bet, but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
He's bettin' on the eight-ball landin' in the side wall, cold-blooded killer if you asked
But every night he needs me to land himself a red-three, corner pocket at 12 a.m.
Only twelve years old, but I got ahold of a pool stick I was gifted from him

My father is a bettin' man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sittin' in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin' that his son 'll win again

Go bet another six-pack
Bet I make comeback
Count on that this table's got a lean
Won't you to takе me fishin', and I wanna try out for the sevеnth-grade football team
He'll probably be nothin', but this town's old drunkard 'nd die on a smoke-stained stool
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boys game of nine-ball pool

My father was a bettin' man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sittin' in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin' that his son 'll win again
My father was a bettin' man

My father was a bettin' man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sittin' in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin' that his son 'll win again

I don't wanna bet, but my daddy wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
He's bettin' on the eight-ball landin' in the side wall, cold-blooded killer if you asked