Lyrics Sport - Lightnin' Rod
It
was
a
full
moon
In
the
middle
of
June
In
the
summer
of
fifty-nine
I
was
young
and
cool
And
shot
a
bad
game
of
pool
And
hustled
all
the
chumps
I
could
find
Now
they
called
me
Sport
'Cause
I
pushed
a
boss
short
And
loved
all
the
women
to
death
I
partied
hard
And
packed
a
mean
rod
'N
could
knock
you
out
with
a
right
or
a
left
I
had
learned
to
shoot
pool
Playing
hooky
from
school
At
the
tender
age
of
nine
And
by
the
time
I
was
eleven
I
could
pad-roll
seven
And
down
me
a
whole
quart
of
wine
I
was
makin'
it
a
point
To
smoke
me
a
joint
At
least
once
during
the
course
of
a
day
And
I
was
snortin'
scag
While
other
kids
played
tag
And
elders
went
to
church
to
pray
I've
pitched
pennies
And
downed
bennies
And
played
the
horses
at
the
track
I've
won
at
cards
Against
tremendous
odds
And
my
favorite
game
was
Black
Jack
I've
seldom
lost
'Cause
my
game
was
so
boss
I
mean
I
had
my
shit
down,
pal
And
I
was
runnin'
through
bitches
Like
rags
to
riches
'Cause
that's
where
my
heart
was
at
Yea,
I
was
a
down
stud's
dream
A
hustler
supreme
There
wasn't
no
game
that
I
couldn't
play
And
if
I
caught
a
dude
cheatin'
I
would
give
him
a
beatin'
And
I
might
even
blow
'em
away!
Album
Hustlers Convention
1 Sport
2 Spoon
3 The Café Black Rose
4 Brother Hominy Grit
5 Coppin' Some Fronts For The Set
6 Hammock's Hall Was Big
7 The Bones Fly From Spoon's Hand
8 The Break Was So Lound, It Hushed The Crowd
9 Four Bitches Is What I Got
10 Grits Den
11 The Shit Hits The Fan Again
12 Sentenced To The Chair
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