Hustlin' Dan - Bessie Smith, Original Mix

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