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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Vocals
Jacob Weinberg
Drums
Chris Braun
Electric Guitar
Rob Moose
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Producer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dawson March
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Weinberg
Engineer
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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
Written by: Zach Bryan