Drumshanbo Hustle (another version) — текст песни (Van Morrison)





I was talkin` to the judge
just before we left the countryside,
paper in his hand,
tryin` to find a way.
Goin` by the book,
"Man, you oughtta make a serial."
Ripped the pages out
`fore they pull the final curtain down.
I remember the day
just like the Drumshanbo hustle.
We couldn`t hear no birds,
they were makin` not a sound.
They were tryin` to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in.
You were pukin` up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed.

Prostitution on the run,
`ceptin what it was last night.
Tryin` to drain you dry,
couldn`t get too much rope.
Tryin` to take `em down
just to see how far it all would go.
Wasn`t goin` very far
and she didn`t let it bring you down.

Just remember the day,
just like the Drumshanbo hustle.
I couldn`t hear no birds,
they were makin` not a sound.
They were drivin` motionless
on the recording and the publishing.
You were pukin` up your guts
when you read the contract had been signed.

New York hooker style,
and the tarot and astronomy.
Tell you every star,
didn`t even get your sign.
Well they were lookin` for a scam,
a little paperback novel or a little magazine,
but you left it all behind
when you pulled the rug from underneath her feet.

Just rememberin` the day,
Drumshanbo hustle.
Well you couldn`t hear no birds,
they were makin` not a sound.
They were tryin` to muscle in,
an easy way to bring the money in.
You were pukin` up your guts
when you read the actual contract had been signed.
You were pukin` up your guts
when you heard the contract had you signed.
You were pukin` up your guts
when you heard the contract, the contract, had you signed.



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