Nine Ball

I don't wanna bet, but my father wrote a check

That I bet his ass could never cash

He's betting on the eight-ball landing in the side wall

Cold-blooded killer if you ask

But every night he needs me to land himself

A red-three corner pocket at 12 a.m.

Only 12 years old, but I got a hold

Of a pool stick I was gifted from him

My father is a betting man

But I got myself a steady hand

He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona

Betting that his son'll win again

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Go get another six-pack, bet I make a comeback

I know that this table's got a lean

Won't you take me fishing, and I wanna try out

For the seventh-grade football team

He'll probably be nothing, but this town's old drunkard

And 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 betting man

But I got myself a steady hand

He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona

Betting that his son'll win again

My father was a betting man

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My father was a betting man

But I got myself a steady hand

He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona

Betting 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 betting on the eight-ball landing in the side wall

Cold-blooded killer if you ask