Sportin' Life
Well I'm getting tired, of running around.
Believe I'll get married, and I'll settle down.
Because this old nightlife. This mean old sportin' life.
Well you know it's killing me.
And I got a letter, from my home.
Most of my good friends, they are dead and gone.
And it makes me worry, no need to wonder.
Of the times to come.
Mother used to fall, on her knees and pray.
These are the very, these are the very words she did say.
She said, oh Johnny, my loving Johnny.
Won't you please change your way.
Now I'm getting tired, of running around.
Believe I'll get married, and I'll settle down.
Because this nightlife. You know it's a bad life.
You know it's killing me.
