Nine Ball Cifras

[Intro] (palm muted)
Em  D  G  C  x2
 
[Verse 1]
Em                       D                           G                       C
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
     Em                        D                         G                           C
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold blooded killer if you ask
    Em                         D                        G                    C
But every night he needs me to land himself a red three corner pocket at 12 am
Em                        D                 G                             C
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pool stick I was gifted from him
 
[Chorus]
               Em          D
My father is a betting man
                   G      C
But I got myself a steady hand
                    Em                          D
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
                          G         C
Betting that his son will win again
 
Em  D  G  C  x2
 
[Verse 2]
   Em                    D
Go bet another six-pack, bet I make a comeback
G                                C
I know that this table's got a lean
Em                              D                     G                      C
Won't you takе me fishing and I wanna try out for the sevеnth grade football team
       Em                           D                       G                      C
You'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard and die on a smoke stained stool
      Em                               D                    G                       C
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boy's game of nine-ball pool
 
[Chorus]
                Em          D
My father was a betting man
                   G      C
But I got myself a steady hand
                    Em                          D
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
                          G         C
Betting that his son will win again
            Em             D  G  C
My father was a betting man
 
Em  D  G  C  x2
 
[Outro]
                Em*         D*
My father was a betting man
                   G*     C*
But I got myself a steady hand
                    Em*                         D*
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
                          G*        C*
Betting that his son will win again
Em*                      D*                         G*                      C*
I don't wanna bet but my daddy wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash
     Em*                       D*                        G*                         C*
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold blooded killer if you ask
 
* = strum once
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