Drumshanbo Hustle — 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 couldnt 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,

Couldnt get too much rope.

Tryin to take em down

Just to see how far it all would go.

Wasnt goin very far

And she didnt let it bring you down.



Just remember the day,

Just like the drumshanbo hustle.

I couldnt 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,

Didnt 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 couldnt 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.