Hustler (7/18/23)

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