| Listen sportin' fellas, all you brown and black girls too
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| Tell you 'bout a black man, best that ever wore a shoe
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| Hustlin' Dan, he was my man
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| Talk about your lover, he can more than satisfy me
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| Master of my weakness, everything a man could be
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| Hustlin' Dan, oh he’s my man
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| He was one good gambler, he would gamble anywhere
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| Knows the game and plays it, always plays it on the square
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| Hustlin' Dan, yes he’s my man
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| Yes he was a hustler, round us calls him Hustlin' Da
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| Born down on the levee, was a rough and tumble man
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| Hustlin' Dan, mmm he’s my man
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| He got sick one mornin', just about the break of day
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| Jesus was upon him, had to send my man away
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| Hustlin' Dan, he was my man
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| While he was in Dimsville, spendin' money all the time
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| Prayed to the Lord above me, «Please don' take that man o' mine
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| Hustlin' Dan, Lord he’s my man!»
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| Since he’s gone and left me, bought myself a big forty four
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| Gonna join my good man, I don’t wanna live no more
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| Hustlin' Dan, Lord he’s my man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustlin' Dan - Original , by - Bessie Smith. Song from the album Bessie Smith Selected Hits Vol. 3, in the genre Блюз