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Nine Ball - Zach Bryan
Lyrics by：Zach Bryan
Produced by：Zach Bryan
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check
That I bet his a*s 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 12 AM
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 bet 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
You'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 a*s could never cash
He's bettin' on the eight ball landin' in the side wall
Cold-blooded killer if you ask
