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