Words and music by John Kay
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Though I can't show you the years of my life
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That I spend on the road to freedom
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Don't let it throw you, I know of your strife
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I know what it's like to roam
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I sang 'em a glad song, played 'em a sad song
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Sang 'em the whole night long
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Just for a dollar or what they could offer
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To somebody's ramblin' boy
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When the fun was done, I would pack my bags and I was gone
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Though the women were kind there was nothing to bind me to one
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'Til somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
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Somebody changed my ole carousing days
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Oh when I was a young boy I learned to survive
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'Til somebody came and stayed my sportin' life
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I lived in the barrooms the juke joints and gin mills
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I worked any dive in town
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Never to proud to pass my hat around
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In every place I found
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I'll sing you a glad song, play you a sad song
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Sing 'em the whole night long
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Just for a dollar or what you can offer
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To somebody's ramblin' boy
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There were times when lonely was the only feeling left in me
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Or when the cold and the rain made it hard on a man to be free
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'Till somebody changed my tough and hungry days
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Somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
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Now I don't really care no more 'bout nickels and a dime
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The one I love is all I need to help me spend my time
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Somebody came and rolled away my stone
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Somebody came, and she made me feel at home
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Somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
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Somebody changed my ole carousing days
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Oh when I was young boy I learned to stay alive
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'Til somebody came and stayed my sportin' life
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I'll sing you a glad song, play you a sad song
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Sing 'em the whole night long
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Just for a dollar or what you can offer
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To somebody's ramblin' boy
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¨Ï 1973 Black Leather Music, Inc. (BMI)
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My Sporting Life
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| John Kay |
