Hustlin' for a Gig

Hustlin for a gig

Harder than it oughta be

Hustlin for a gig

What a crazy lottery

So many cats around that you can hear the sound

Of pavement bein pounded

Hustlin for a gig.

Hustlin for a gig (Wonder wheres the gig for me)

Its all about hyperbole

Got to sell it big (Scene aint what it used to be)

Visually and verbally

You got to draw a crowd (Weve become a novelty)

And play the music loud

And dont be too high-browed, or youll forever be

Hustlin for a gig.

No, no, it isnt the same out here, no not like when the

Cats blew the blues all night long in the pocket

(Now everyones got a pocket full of music)

And folks would watch those cats really rock it

They would be groovin to what the band said, now

Instead of just groovin inside of their head, now.

Well I know that you got to swing

Every cats got to do his thing

You can take it out to the street

People walkin will dig your beat

Just remember this pearl of wis

Dont be quittin your daytime biz!

This crazy business just comes and goes

You might be thinkin it thumbs its nose

At all the cats who are hot to play,

Who got to say what they got to say

The gigs just aint what you guessed theyd be,

You might be playin your best for free.

Hustlin for a gig

Lord I wasnt made for it

Used to be a gig (Dont flip)

I was born too late for it. (Stay hip)

Got no melismatic smear, no candy for the ear, (Its a necessary trip)

I guess Ill still be out here next year,

Hustlin for a gig.