G D Though I can't show you the years of my lifeC G That I spend on the road to freedomG D Don't let it throw you, I know of your strifeC G I know what it's like to roamG D I sang 'em a glad song, played 'em a sad songC G Sang 'em the whole night longG D Just for a dollar or what they could offerC G To somebody's ramblin' boyC G When the fun was done, I would pack my bags and I was goneD C G Though the women were kind there was nothing to bind me to oneC G C G 'Til somebody changed my rough and rowdy waysC G C G Somebody changed my ole carousing daysC G C G Oh when I was a young boy I learned to surviveC G D G 'Til somebody came and stayed my sportin' life I lived in the barrooms the juke joints and gin mills I worked any dive in town Never to proud to pass my hat around In every place I found I'll sing you a glad song, play you a sad song Sing 'em the whole night long Just for a dollar or what you can offer To somebody's ramblin' boy
My Sportin Life
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