Nine Ball chords by Zach Bryan

Key: D

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 pole 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
Go bet another six-pack
D
Bet I make comeback
G                             C
Kinda like 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
He'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 boys 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