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' Dan
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
If he 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'
If he's gone and left me, bought myself a big 44
Gonna join my good man, I don't wanna live no more
Hustlin' Dan, Lord, he's my man