I'm geting tired of runnin' around
I think I will marry and all settle down
This ole nightlife,
it is a mean spotlife, and it's killin' me
I got a letter from my home,
all of my good friends, they're dead an'gone
It'll make me worry
Don't need to wonder 'bout times to come
Mama used to fall on her knees an' pray,
"You need to get married", what she did say
She would say: "Johnny, wha-oh,
My mom said, my loving Johnny please change your way"
I prettin gambler and a cheater, too,
But now it's come mine
My kind of lose,
Because is all nighlife
You know it's holding best hand
And what can I do?
I'm getting tired
Of frothing round
If I'll get married
And ll settled down
Because it's all nightlife
Oh, it's a bad life
And It's Killing me.