Bessie Smith - Hustlin' Dan lyrics

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