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Lyrics
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 ask
But every night he needs me to land himself a red-three corner pocket at twelve A.M.
Only twelve years old but I got a hold 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 get another six-pack
Bet I make a comeback
I know that this table's got a lean
Won't you take me fishin' and I wanna try out for the seventh-grade football team
He'll probably be nothin' but this town's old drunkard and die on a smoke-stained stool
But right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boy's 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 ask
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As made famous by Zach Bryan
Original songwriter : Zach Bryan
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This title is a cover of Nine Ball as made famous by Zach Bryan