J. J. Cale - Sporting life blues

I getting ^Ctired, of hanging ^C7‘round. Think I will ^Fmarry, and settle ^Fmdown. Cause this old ^Cnightlife, ^A7 this old ^D7sport life, ^G Is killing ^Cme. ^{A7 D7 G}

I got a ^Cletter, from my ^C7home. Most of my ^Ffriends, are dead and ^Fmgone. I begin to ^Cworry, ^A7 I begin to ^D7wonder, ^G 'Bout days to ^Ccome. ^{A7 D7 G}

My mother ^Cused to, talk to ^C7me. I’s young and ^Ffoolish, could not ^Fmsee. Now I got no ^Cmother. ^A7 My sisters and ^D7brothers, ^G Don’t care for ^Cme. ^{A7 D7 G}

I swear I’m ^Cgonna, change my ^C7ways. I’m getting’ ^Folder, every ^Fmday. When I’s young and ^Cfoolish, ^A7 it was ^D7easy, ^G To run and ^Cplay. ^{A7 D7 G}

I getting ^Ctired, of hanging ‘^C7round. Think I will ^Fmarry, and settle ^Fmdown. Cause this old ^Cnightlife, ^A7 this old ^D7sport life, ^G Is killing ^Cme. ^{A7 D7 G}

Yes, this old ^Cnightlife, ^A7 this old ^D7sport life, ^G Is killing ^Cme. ^{A7 D7 G C}