Van Morrison - Drumshanbo Hustle lyrics
[Van Morrison - Drumshanbo Hustle lyrics]
Lord have mercy! Feel so good
I think I'm gonna work
I was talking to the judge
Just before we left the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand
Trying to find the way trying to rip it out
Well now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before they
Brought the curtain down
I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
When you couldn't hear a bird
It was making not a sound
They were trying to muscle in
An easy way to bring the money in
You were puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard
Contract you just signed
Prostitution on the run
'ceptin what it was soliciting
Tryin' to drain them all dry
Got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean slate
And pulled the rug from underneath her feet
I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
When you couldn't hear no birds
'cos they were making not a sound
They were trying to muscle in
The recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed, alright!
New York hooker by the neck
Reads your Tarot cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars
But don't know your sign
It was taking time to get
The message through to it
But will hand down shake you one
And a letter five "T" rhyme no sign poker
Oh, remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord
You couldn't hear no sound
They were trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the
Recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract that you signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed
I think I'm gonna work
I was talking to the judge
Just before we left the countryside
Piece of paper in his hand
Trying to find the way trying to rip it out
Well now I've got it all around
Tore the pages up before they
Brought the curtain down
I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
When you couldn't hear a bird
It was making not a sound
They were trying to muscle in
An easy way to bring the money in
You were puking up your guts
When you looked at the standard
Contract you just signed
Prostitution on the run
'ceptin what it was soliciting
Tryin' to drain them all dry
Got hung up by the rope
Magazines and books, clearly undefinable
Wiped the clean slate
And pulled the rug from underneath her feet
I remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
When you couldn't hear no birds
'cos they were making not a sound
They were trying to muscle in
The recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed, alright!
New York hooker by the neck
Reads your Tarot cards and astronomy
Hey, I want to get your stars
But don't know your sign
It was taking time to get
The message through to it
But will hand down shake you one
And a letter five "T" rhyme no sign poker
Oh, remember the day, the 'Drumshanbo Hustle'
Couldn't hear a bird, Lord
You couldn't hear no sound
They were trying to muscle in
On the gigs and the
Recording and the publishing
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract that you signed
You were puking up your guts
When you read the standard
Contract you just signed