Blues For Sporting Life


Baby blue eyes still burning bright
like the flickering glow of the pilot light,
the most beautiful dreams that never come true,
castles erased by the tide,
and you're just along for the ride

We were chasing the sun out on Highway Number One,
rollin' down to Pescadero for some homemade pie
Back when makin' music mattered more than packaged rock-and-roll,
back before that far-away look in those baby blue eyes

(Bridge:)

But the women can't resist him and the old boys won't leave him alone
If you're lookin' for a good time, this man's got the art down cold
He's got a pocket full of sunshine to light up the darkest dawn
The party's just beginning and everybody else has gone home

When you feel like a slave to this sportin' life,
between pleasure and pain is the finest line
Bet all you could borrow for some fast-movin' time
Calling, raising, drawing on a four-card flush
and the dealer is a good friend that you can't trust

(Bridge:)
The party's just beginning and everybody else has gone home







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