King Nine-Ball

Ronnie was the high-priest
Down at the Red-Cape Saloon
Each night he'd hold the keys
Back in the recreation room
A hush all over the bar when he's breaking
Shot so hard got the neon-sign shaking
We genuflected when he collected
You can bet he expected a Lady-in-waiting

King Nine-Ball, He'll sink 'em all
Rack 'em up and watch 'em fall
Rack 'em up and watch the
King Nine-Ball
Rack 'em up and watch 'em

Connie came in one night
Billiard-stick in a case
Screwed on those pieces tight
We saw a smile on Ronnie's face
Checked out her skin so fair
She chalked the end of that cue
I've seen that gal somewhere
Seen every inch of that tattoo

If you've got something to prove, start proving
Dollars on the pocket, go on or get moving
You really want this hassle?
You're in my castle
My rules, my thing, Now you're messing with the Good King

Connie hit the four and the five
While explaining
Girls like me ain't alive
While you're reigning
Ronnie, I know you're a user
But don't treat me like I'm a pool-hall loser

Then Connie scoped the line, Kissed the green
Stroked the nine, Long live the queen



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Reeves Rhoden
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