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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 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 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 the town's old drunkard
And 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 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
My father was a betting Man

My father was 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

I don't wanna bet but my daddy 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

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