Nine Ball - Live From Vancouver Songtext
von Zach Bryan

Ay, so I think, uh, I think my old man is here somewhere in the crowd this evening
He′s grown to be one of my best friends in the entire world
One night we were playing pool together somewhere, who know where
And he told me this story about his gran-, my grandpa, his father
He used to take him to the bar and make him shoot pool for him
And this is a song called "Nine Ball", hope you guys don't hate it

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 12:00 a.m.
Only 12-years-old, but I got ahold
Of a pool stick I was gifted from him

My father was a bettin′ man
But I got myself a steady hand
Sittin' in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin′ that his son'll win again
My father was a bettin′ man


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
Sittin′ in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin' that his son′ll win again
My father was a bettin' man

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 12:00 a.m.
Only 12-years-old, but I got ahold
Of a pool stick I was gifted from him

My father was a bettin′ man
But I got myself a steady hand
Sittin' in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Bettin′ that his son'll win again
My father was a bettin′ man