All my life I've been a travellin' man I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind His game is rambling when he gets the chance Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be (Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Cooder) Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Everybody knows Stepping out, everyone can see my face All the things I can't erase from my life Standing out so you won't forget my name That's the way we play this game of life Tell me now, if you came sneaking up behind Would you know me and see

In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand In the life Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin' Stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out

Yeah, I'm digging it The milky, milky, milk That milky, milky, milk You and me are one That is melting in the sun It's time to look The purple that is collapsing Head for the hills and prepare your intellect to flow The game of life is changing

In the game of life The game of life The time has come For me to talk to you And I don't mean To hurt your pride But everybody needs a friend sometimes To make you see the light

I was laughing, Playing in the streets, I was unknowing; I didn't know my fate. The game of love, but never really showing; I thought that love could wait. I was a young man and sure to go astray. You walked right into my life and told me love would find

Sally scanned me right out the condo How quick, How quick the mind goes Game meets game that's how the life goes Stripped the boy out of his house coat Higggggggh, high up in the sky Cold as ice Tell no lies Sally, Sally

If I could start my life from scratch If I could take away the pain of the past If I had another chance, I would do just that I'd give anything just to go right back Aight, the fuck are you lookin at self? You wanna piece of me? Ohh man, shit The story

Recognize my life Ridicule my fight Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write Get familiar with Cartwright Cause I want that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops For