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