When you were a little younger
Around me you might have learned
If I had known you longer
You might be a little Stronger
And maybe you'd shoot straighter
Maybe you'd shoot straighter
As he walked into the poolroom
You could tell he didn't fit
In his handmade boots, custom suits
and pearl handled shooting stick
Who shoots the meanest game around
But the Baron's hands were steady
Yeah he was like a general
on a battlefield of slate
And he'd say to Billy Joe
each time he sunk the eight
When you were a little younger
Around me you might have learned
If I had known you longer
You might be a little Stronger
And maybe you'd shoot straighter
Maybe you'd shoot straighter
But he hadn't felt the sting
And from the far end of the table
And he said you won my money
But it ain't gonna do the trick
I'll bet this ring on one more game
The Baron's eyes got foggy
as the ring rolled on the felt
And he al most doubled over
Like he had been hit below the belt
It was the ring his wife had worn
And he didn't know before he left
that a son would soon be born
It sounded just like thunder
when the Baron shot the break
But it grew thickly quiet
and it chilled him to the bone
When he turned and saw the woman
Who had loved him for so long
The game was never finished
The eight ball never fell
The Baron calmly picked it up
In the hands that held him long ago
and he tossed that fancy shooting stick
When you were a little younger
Around me you might have learned
If I had known you longer
You might be a little Stronger
And maybe you'd shoot straighter
Maybe you'd shoot straighter
