Karaoké 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 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