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 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 ass could never cash
He´s bettin´ on the eight ball landin´ in the side wall
Cold-blooded killer if you ask