Boots on the bar, whiskey on ice, She don’t bluff, don’t play nice. Some fool thought he’d call her bluff, Now he’s kissing dirt. wasn't tough enough. Eight ball justice, cue in her hand, Swingin’ like thunder, takin’ a stand. She don’t take orders, don’t beg or plead, Her rebel heart runs wild and free. Tattooed knuckles, cigarette burn, Lessons hit hard, some folks don’t learn. Jukebox howlin’, outlaw pride, She walks the line, won’t run or hide. Pool balls scatter, neon glows, Blood in his grin, that’s just how it goes. She ain’t losin’, ain’t backin’ down, Another fool laid out on the ground. Eight ball justice, straight through the haze, She plays to win, she don’t behave.
