Lyrics 9 Lives (Black Cat) - Live from Dickies Arena, Fort Worth, TX - Koe Wetzel

Thank you
2024 was wild year for us, man, uhm
We got to play all over the world this year, we got to play with some badass artists, we got to, uhm
Got to put out a brand-new record that we hadn't done in like a year, I guess, and uh
And we got to finish the year out here in Fort Worth, Texas to a sold out show, so
We're glad to back here, man, we're glad that y'all took the time out of y'all busy schedule
In between Christmas and New Year's to come out here and listen to our fucked up shit that we got going on

But, no, it's been a lot, it's been a lot of fun this year, man, we've had a, we've had a lot of good f
Lotta good times, nobody went to jail, nobody got murdered, or, uh
You know, nothing crazy like that
I didn't drink as much this year as I did the year before so I guess we can be thankful for that
But we put out a record called 9 Lives, and, uh
Here's a little bit taste of it

There's a storm brewin' in a pool hall down in Houston
Where some poor old boy's 'bout to get his teeth knocked out
In the bathroom it was snowin', drip so good it had me chokin'
Plus a fifth of cheap tequila so you better watch out

I've got a 9 lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a 12 pack, two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

I lost the first one to a dealer, lost the second one to a preacher
And three and four to the bitches that live next door
Well, at the fifth one I saw Heaven, married six on top of seven
And I lost the eighth tryin' to be a rodeo clown

Still got a 9 lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

Still got a 9 lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
I've got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count

Still got a 9 lives state of mind, bettin' it all with a roll of dice
People seem to lose their luck when I come around
Got a 12 pack and two dime bags, flatlined twice just to come right back
God blessed me, the first eight didn't count
Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down

Keep on tryin' your best to put the black cat down
Hey, yeah-yeah