Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Quarter in the slot
Chalk dust on our hands
You’d lean down, guide my grip
Say, “Slow it down, you’ll understand”
Smoke-stained neon over green felt
You laughing when I missed that shot
You said, “Son, it ain’t about the winning
It’s the time we got”
[Chorus]
And I still see you
Lining up that cue
Steady as a Sunday prayer
Talking me through
Every bank, every break
Like the world could wait
Boy and his dad on a worn-out table
Those eight-ball Saturdays
[Verse 2]
You’d rack ’em up in a triangle
Tap ’em straight with your ring
Tell your stories ‘bout being my age
And all your foolish dreams
I’d try to act like I was grown
Hands shaking on the stick
You’d say, “Son, don’t rush this growing up
These nights go by too quick”
[Chorus]
And I still see you
Lining up that cue
Steady as a Sunday prayer
Talking me through
Every bank, every break
Like the world could wait
Boy and his dad on a worn-out table
Those eight-ball Saturdays
[Bridge]
Now the table’s in the basement
Dust on the rails
I break alone and hear your voice
In the quiet where it trails
If I could have one more game
I know just what I’d say
“Rack ’em up, Dad, take your time
I ain’t going anywhere today” (no, I ain’t)
[Chorus]
‘Cause I still see you
Lining up that cue
Steady as a Sunday prayer
Talking me through
Every bank, every break
Like the world could wait
Boy and his dad, just talking about nothing
In the soft glow of yesterday
Yeah, I miss you every day
Those eight-ball Saturdays
Style
countrywarm modern country ballad with male vocals; gentle picked acoustic and soft brushed kit in the versessteel guitar swells and a singalong lift in the chorussubtle piano padding the low end; second chorus adds stacked harmonies and a rootsy electric rifflast chorus drops to voice and guitar then blooms full-band on the final hook
Prompt
A country song about a boy who misses his dad and looks back at the memories of shootin pool with his dad
Credits
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jaksalem2022
jaksalem2022GeneratedJan 25, 2026
ModelAria v5
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