8-Ball — A luminous illustrated downtown Merced pool hall at golden hour with a vintage car, pool table and rambling figure in the doorway

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8-Ball

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. Listen to the recorded versions and follow the lyric below.

Original Doug Heyes lyrics · AI-generated music & vocals

A downtown pool-hall hustler turns a night at the tables into a test of nerve, reputation and destiny. Numbers and angles become his way of understanding the world, while challengers, wagers and the promise of another game keep him moving through the underground after dark.

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Recorded versions

4 recordings. Different voices and arrangements bring another side of the song into the light.

Lyrics

8-Ball

Words by Douglas Heyes Jr

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8-BALL

They call me 8-Ball, breakin’ it down
Got a reputation all over this town
Way Downtown at the Underground
A kinda situation when the Sun go down
Life's a roller coaster, gonna have a ball
Got my wanted poster on the pool hall wall
Everybody's always tryin’ to take me down
That's what you get when you're the fastest gun in town

The hustlers and the sharks
Make their living in the dark
I take ‘em down all night
Right under the lights
Put your money on the line
Maybe funny, but it's mine
Rack ‘em up one more time
Watch the Water turn to Wine

9-Ball in the Corner Pocket
A-kissin’ off the 3
Watch me cock and lock it
I might be your Destiny
I'm the Stranger in the Night
I'm the danger on the right
Don't look the other way
Or I'll take it all away

CHORUS:
Call me 8 Ball, I'm a mystery
Tryin’ to find a way to make some history
Reality to me is just geometry
I just can't believe that it's happening to me
I see numbers everywhere
And they're all that I see
They're shining in the air
Between you and me

Come on down to the Underground
A little Player’s Club in the heart of Downtown
Things are heatin’ up right when the Sun goes down
If you can keep it up, we're going to rule this town
I'm 8-Ball, and I'm breaking it down
Come on with me, baby, gonna show you around
How we rack ‘em and we stack ‘em
On the Other Side of Town

OUTRO:
8-Ball off the rail
Another long night in the Belly of the Whale
It'll be all right, cuz I just can't fail
Playin’ all Night, cuz the check is in the mail
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