Sporting Life Blues

I'm getting tired

Of hanging 'round

Think I will marry

And settle down

'cos this old nightlife

This old sportlife

Is killing me

I've got a letter

From my home

Most of my friends are

Dead and gone

I begin to worry

I begin to wonder

'bout days to come

My mother used to

Talk to me

I was young and foolish

And could not see

Now I've got no mother

My sisters and brothers

Don't care for me

I swear I'm gonna

Change my ways

I'm getting older

Everyday

When I was young and foolish

It was so easy

To run and play

I'm getting tired (I'm getting tired)

Of hanging 'round (of hanging 'round)

Think I will marry (think I will marry)

And settle down (and settle down)

'cos this old nightlife

This old sportlife

Is killing me

This old nightlife

This old sportlife

Is killing me