Hustler (itar demo)

What I gotta do to prove my worth?
I'm a traveling hustler, I don't care for work

From the day I learned to let it go
Lot of pretty fingers scratched my door

Some wear rings and some are plain
The winds of love rattle their chains

Late in the evening when the sun comes up
You won't catch me counting out my luck

But in the middle of the day when the sun goes down
I see a vision that makes no sound

When I was a child I had to be alone
Nothing since changed, only grown

To my family I pay back love
From pretty lovers I take the glove

They want the things that I can give
I gave em up just trying to live

Love come and go and come again
I play a song that has no end



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Milstein
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