Huck It Tabs
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Born of the river
Born of its ever-changin'
Never-changing murky water
Oh, riverboat just rollin' along through the great, great greasy city
Huck standing like a Saint upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint
Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk...
"O come to me!, O come to me!" is what the dirty city say to Huck
Huck
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Ohh
Saint Huck
Huck
Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck
Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity
whistling his favorite river song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister blue lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses something's wrong!
Sirens wail in the city
And little Ulysses turn to putty
And Ol' Man River got a bone to pick
And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh Saint Huck
Huck
The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
Watches the city streets contract
Twist and cripple and crack
Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now
Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now
You know the story!
You wake up one morning and you find you're a thug
Blowin' smoke rings in some dive
Your fingers hot and itchin'
Ya cracking ya knuckles
Ya bull neck bristling...
Still Huck he ventures on whistlin'
And Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yeah, oh
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket watch an' wallet gone
Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner what with his cold 'n' skinny dinner
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is but a dream!
But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!
The brothel shift
The hustle 'n' the bustle and the green-backs rustle
And all the sexy cash
And the randy cars
And the two dollar girls
O o o you outta luck, you outta luck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yeah
Yeah, Huck
This is the track of deception
Leads to the heart of despair
Huck whistles like he just don't care
But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
Lead pellets sleeps in there
"Wake up!"
Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there
See ya Huck, good luck!
A smoke-ring hovers above his head
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come and put a bullet through his eye
And the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin'
And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah
Born of its ever-changin'
Never-changing murky water
Oh, riverboat just rollin' along through the great, great greasy city
Huck standing like a Saint upon its deck
If ya wanna catch a Saint
Then bait ya hook, let's take a walk...
"O come to me!, O come to me!" is what the dirty city say to Huck
Huck
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Woah-oh
Ohh
Saint Huck
Huck
Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck
Down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity
whistling his favorite river song...
And a bad-blind nigger at the piano
Buts a sinister blue lilt into that sing-a-long
Huck senses something's wrong!
Sirens wail in the city
And little Ulysses turn to putty
And Ol' Man River got a bone to pick
And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh Saint Huck
Huck
The mo-o-o-on, its huge cycloptic eye
Watches the city streets contract
Twist and cripple and crack
Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now
Saint Huck goes on a dog's leg now
You know the story!
You wake up one morning and you find you're a thug
Blowin' smoke rings in some dive
Your fingers hot and itchin'
Ya cracking ya knuckles
Ya bull neck bristling...
Still Huck he ventures on whistlin'
And Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yeah, oh
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yonder go Huck, minus pocket watch an' wallet gone
Skin shrink-wraps his skeleton
No wonder he gets thinner what with his cold 'n' skinny dinner
Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis, Saint Huck-a-Saint Elvis
O you recall the song ya used to sing-a-long
Shifting the river-trade on that ol' steamer
Life is but a dream!
But ya traded in the Mighty ol' man River for the Dirty ol' Man Latrine!
The brothel shift
The hustle 'n' the bustle and the green-backs rustle
And all the sexy cash
And the randy cars
And the two dollar girls
O o o you outta luck, you outta luck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh Saint Huck
Yeah
Yeah, Huck
This is the track of deception
Leads to the heart of despair
Huck whistles like he just don't care
But in the pocket of the jacket is a chamber
Lead pellets sleeps in there
"Wake up!"
Now Huck whistles and he kneels and he lays down there
See ya Huck, good luck!
A smoke-ring hovers above his head
And the rats and the dogs and the men all come and put a bullet through his eye
And the drip and the drip and the drip of the Mississippi cryin'
And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rollin' by him
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Saint Huck
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah, oh woah
Oh woah