The Game Gets Old - Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

So many times I've played the game of love

But it always ends in vain

I'm back in the ring with my boxing gloves

So I'm gonna feel some pain

Now, how many times can I lose this game of love?

I had a love who played with my soul

And it hurt so bad

And I tried to live on my own

And it made me sad

And the game gets old

Just a memory untold

And the game gets old

I found out there are no rules to the game

And it don't make no sense at all

Like shooting an arrow with my old aim

Who knows where it'll fall

Now my cards on the table win, lose or draw

I had a love who played with my soul

And it hurt so bad

And I tried to live all on my own

And it made me sad

And the game gets old

Just a memory untold

And the game gets old

Now, I had a love who played with my soul

And it hurt so bad

Then I tried to live, live on my own

Don't you know it made me sad, yeah

And the game gets old

Just a memory untold

And the game gets old

Just a memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold

And the game gets old

Just another memory untold