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INTERPRÉTATION
Zach Bryan
Chant
Jacob Weinberg
Batterie
Chris Braun
Guitare électrique
Rob Moose
Violon folklorique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Zach Bryan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zach Bryan
Production
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Dawson March
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jacob Weinberg
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Pete Lyman
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Jacquire King
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Paroles
I don't wanna bet, but my father wrote a check
That I bet his ass could never cash
He's betting 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 12 years old, but I got a hold
Of a pool stick I was gifted from him
My father is a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Betting that his son'll win again
Go get 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
He'll probably be nothing, but this town's old drunkard
And die on a smoke-stained stool
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far
On his boys game of nine-ball pool
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Betting that his son'll win again
My father was a betting man
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six-pack of Corona
Betting 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 betting on the eight-ball landing in the side wall
Cold-blooded killer if you ask
Writer(s): Zachary Lane Bryan
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