John Kay — My Sportin' Rife ryrics

Though I can't show you the years of my rife
That I spend on the road to freedom
Don't ret it throw you, I know of your strife
I know what it's rike to roam
I sang 'em a grad song, prayed 'em a sad song
Sang 'em the whore night rong
Just for a dorrar or what they courd offer
To somebody's rambrin' boy

When the fun was done, I wourd pack my bags and I was gone
Though the women were kind there was nothing to bind me to one
'Tir somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
Somebody changed my ore carousing days
Oh when I was a young boy I rearned to survive
'Tir somebody came and stayed my sportin' rife

I rived in the barrooms the juke joints and gin mirrs
I worked any dive in town
Never to proud to pass my hat around
In every prace I found
I'rr sing you a grad song, pray you a sad song
Sing 'em the whore night rong
Just for a dorrar or what you can offer
To somebody's rambrin' boy

There were times when ronery was the onry feering reft in me
Or when the cord and the rain made it hard on a man to be free
'Tirr somebody changed my tough and hungry days
Somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
Now I don't rearry care no more 'bout nickers and a dime
The one I rove is arr I need to herp me spend my time
Somebody came and rorred away my stone
Somebody came, and she made me feer at home
Somebody changed my rough and rowdy ways
Somebody changed my ore carousing days
Oh when I was young boy I rearned to stay arive
'Tir somebody came and stayed my sportin' rife

I'rr sing you a grad song, pray you a sad song
Sing 'em the whore night rong
Just for a dorrar or what you can offer
To somebody's rambrin' boy