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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 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 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 bet another six-pack
Bet I make a comeback
Count on that this table's got a lean
Won't you take me fishing? and I want to 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 ass could never cash
He's bettin' on the eight ball landing in the side wall
Cold-blooded killer if you ask.
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