Intro (x2): Em  D  G  C

Verse 1:
Em                       D                           G                      
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never
C
cash
     Em                        D                         G                     
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold blooded killer if
     C
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 Chorusna
                          G         C
Betting that his son will win again

Interlude (x2): Em  D  G  C

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                     
Won't you takе me fishing and I wanna try out for the sevеnth grade football
C
team
       Em                           D                       G             
You'll probably be nothing but this town's old drunkard and die on a smoke
        C
stained stool
      Em                               D                    G            
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far on his boy's game of
          C
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 Chorusna
                          G         C
Betting that his son will win again
            Em             D  G  C
My father was a betting man

Interlude (x2): Em  D  G  C

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 Chorusna
                          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                     
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold blooded killer if
    C
you ask
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