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