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Lyrics

when the stars come up and the money comes down
look for Hustler George to slip into town
wearing blue jeans, a shirt of red, lots of gold hanging around his head
drives and old dodge looks like a beat up sled
carrying a pool stick made of cherry and led.
rack 'wm up boys and watch the master send
all you boys back to your hole
you done played George's show
run with the hare, hunt with the hounds
all you boys go back to your hole
tonight it's all about George's Show
Hustler George is such a sacred cow
you may play the game right as Rain
but your wallets in for some tremendous pain
rough and tumble. calling every last shot
pocket by curve, and site off of dots
8 off the 6 in George's den
he'll clear off the slate he's the master to send
all you boys back to your hole
you done played George's show
run with the hare, hunt with the hounds
all you boys go back to your hole
tonight it's all about George's Show
George ain't got no conscious
he done sold his sole
all you boys back to your hole
you done played George's show
run with the hare, hunt with the hounds
all you boys go back to your hole
tonight it's all about George's Show