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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Morrison Van

  1. 4% Pantomime
  2. At the End of the Day
  3. Bayou Girl
  4. Bit By Bit
  5. Caledonia Soul Music
  6. Celtic Spring
  7. Don't Change On Me
  8. Down To Earth
  9. Drumshanbo Hustle
  10. Fast Train
  11. Feedback Out On Highway 101
  12. For Mr. Thomas
  13. Grits Ain't Groceries
  14. Hey, Where Are You
  15. I Need Your Kind Of Loving
  16. I Paid The Price
  17. I Shall Sing (1970)
  18. If You Love Me
  19. It Hurts To Want It So Bad
  20. Look What The Good People Done
  21. Lorna
  22. Max Wall
  23. Mechanical Bliss
  24. Mighty Like A Rose
  25. My Lonely Sad Eyes
  26. Nobody Really Knows
  27. Not Working For You
  28. Rock & Roll Band
  29. Spare Me A Little Of Your Love
  30. Sweet Sixteen
  31. Tell Me
  32. The Dead Girls Of London [w/Frank Zappa] (1979)
  33. The Last Laugh
  34. Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral (That's An Irish Lullaby)
  35. Wonderful Remark
  36. You Move Me


Morrison Van
Miscellaneous
Drumshanbo Hustle
Transcribed by ear by David Chance


Notes from David Chance:
I transcribed these lyrics from the version performed on the Irish TV show Talk About Pop October 11, 1973 (sometimes dated September 11, 1973)...different from the P. Stone lyrics, but perhaps enough to help... For the guitarists here, the generic chord progression is G-Bm-C-D7...
See also the version released on The Philosopher's Stone


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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