Nine Ball - Zach Bryan
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 AM
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pole 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
Go bet 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
You'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard
And die on a smoke stained stool
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