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VAN MORRISON lyrics : "Drumshanbo Hustle"

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, tryin' to find the way

Tryin' 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, 'cepting when 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

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