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I'm geting tired of runnin' around
A
I think I will marry and all settle down
E
This ole nightlife,
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it is a mean spotlife, and it's killin' me

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I got a letter from my home,
A
all of my good friends, they're dead an'gone
E
It'll make me worry
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Don't need to wonder 'bout times to come

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Mama used to fall on her knees an' pray,
A
"You need to get married", what she did say
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She would say: "Johnny, wha-oh,
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My mom said, my loving Johnny please change your way"



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I prettin gambler and a cheater, too,
A
But now it's come mine
A
My kind of lose, 
E
Because is all nighlife
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You know it's holding best hand

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And what can I do?


E
I'm getting tired
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Of frothing round
A
If I'll get married
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And ll settled down
E7
Because it's all nightlife
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Oh, it's a bad life
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And It's Killing me.