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Lyrics
ROUNDERS AND HUSTLERS
By Ellen Griffith copyright 1998
Blame it on the music that led me astray,
To seedy joints and low-down bars, and livin’, day-to-day
The skid row preacher said “Let Jesus love you,”
But he didn’t say when He’d arrive,
And so the rounders and hustlers and misfits and rebels,
They taught me how to survive.
Yes the hookers and pushers and boozers and losers,
They taught me how to survive.
Blame it on the promises that always went too far
And blame it on those sometime friends, yes, you know who you are.
The skid row preacher said “Let Jesus love you,”
But he didn’t say when He’d arrive,
And so the rounders and hustlers and misfits and rebels,
They taught me how to survive.
Yes the barflies and junkies and dreamers and schemers,
They taught me how to survive.
The skid row preacher said “Let Jesus love you,”
But he didn’t say when He’d arrive,
And so the rounders and hustlers and misfits and rebels,
They taught me how to survive.
Yes, the ramblers and gamblers and grifters and drifters,
They taught me how to survive.
Set ‘em up, bartender! Set ‘em up!
For all the barstool dreamers, for the frauds and cheats and schemers,
For the misunderstood, the up-to-no-good,
And the rounders and the hustlers, bottoms up!
Thanks to all the conmen who tried to seal my fate,
I learned to swim among the sharks and not become the bait.
The skid row preacher said “Let Jesus love you,”
But he didn’t say when He’d arrive,
And so the rounders and hustlers and misfits and rebels,
They taught me how to survive.
Yes, the conmen and slickers and old guitar pickers,
They taught me how to survive.
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