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