Eric Clapton - Sporting Life Blues

I'm getting tired of hanging round
Thank god we'll marry and settle down
Cause this old night life this old sport life
Is killing me

I 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 could not see
Now I got no mother
My sisters and brothers don't care for me

I swear I'm gone 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]
Thank god we'll marry [thank god we'll marry]
And settle down [and settle down]
Cause this old night life this old sport life
Is killing me
Cause this old night life this old sport life
Is killing me