Stick Around
©2020 Garrett Clevenger
Gm riff Bobby sank the eight ball,
Gm riff a bank shot off the five
Gm riff into the side pocket. That’s
F how he felt alive.
Gm riff The next player racked ‘em up.
Gm riff Bobby took a drink.
Gm riff He lined up to break the balls but
F stumbled by Betty’s wink.
B F Eb Staring down the other end: the most stunning lady.
B F Eb He whiffed the break when Betty said, “I like the way you play.
B F Eb “Your stick control is magical. You always get ‘em in.
Ab C “If you beat me honestly then
you can be my man.”
Gm riff She tapped in a solid and
Gm riff two more after that.
Gm riff Betty purred seductively
F like a pussycat.
Gm riff Bobby blushed and lost focus.
Gm riff The six ball she popped in.
Gm riff His arm she stroked with her shaft and
F said, “I’m just startin’.”
B F Eb Bobby wanted nothing less than bring her home that night.
B F Eb He watched her strike the five ball in and started feeling fright.
B F Eb She slipped and knocked the cue ball off under a sly smile.
Ab C Torturing her victims was Betty’s wicked style.
Gm riff Bobby chalked his cue tip and
Gm riff said, “I’m comin’ for you.”
Gm riff He missed an easy shot
F all due to the view.
Gm riff The one and the seven, she
Gm riff sunk one by one.
Gm riff Her last solid was nailed with force. Betty
F said, “That was fun.”
B F Eb She pointed to the eight ball hanging on the hole.
B F Eb Bobby felt his stocking filling up with lumps of coal.
B F Eb They burned away when she scratched and laid her cue stick down.
Ab C “You may not have won honestly but Bobby stick around.
Ab C “Every guy bumps my stick. Cheaters makes me frown.
Ab C “I can tell you’ve got control. Bobby let’s go pound.”
Ab C Stick around.
Ab C Tables turn. Stick around.
Ab C Stick around.
Jam
Ab C Stick around. Stick around.
Ab C Tables turn. Stick around.
Ab Bb Stick around. Tables turn.
C Stick around.