"8-Ball Man"

He's got a little black ball in the palm of his hand,
Shakes it up to decide if he'll take a stand.
Left or right, wrong or right, it's all the same,
Let the fortune float, that's how he plays the game.
Coffee or tea? Work or quit?
A plastic oracle controls every bit.
No plans, no worries, no master plan,
He's living life like an 8-Ball man.
"Shake it up, let it roll,
Yes or no, that's how he rolls.
Fate in his hands, no need to choose,
When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."
He asked it once, "Should I buy that car?"
It said, "Outlook good," now he's driving far.
Proposed to a girl with a trembling hand,
"Signs point to yes," now there's a wedding band.
Heads or tails? Stay or go?
He don’t stress when he doesn’t know.
Flips his life like a gambler’s plan,
Living on chance, he's the 8-Ball man.
"Shake it up, let it roll,
Yes or no, that's how he rolls.
Fate in his hands, no need to choose,
When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."
One day he asked, "Should I change my ways?"
It said, "Don't count on it," so he’s here to stay.
When life gets tough, when the road gets wild,
He’s leaning on luck like a carefree child.
"Shake it up, let it roll,
Yes or no, that's how he rolls.
Fate in his hands, no need to choose,
When the magic 8-Ball tells the truth."
So if you're stuck and don't understand,
Find yourself an 8-Ball man.
Life’s uncertain, but he’s got a plan—
Just ask the ball, it's outta his hands.

Vintage Blues Rock with Raspy Vocals and Soulful Guitar Solos