Born of the river, born of its ever changing Never changing murky water Oh, riverboat just rolling 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, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Saint Huck, Huck Straight in the arms of the city goes Huck Down the beckoning streets of opportunity Whistling his favorite river song And a bad blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister blooo lilt into that sing a long Huck senses something's wrong Sirens wail in the city And li'l Ulysses turn to putty And Ol' Man River's got a bone to pick And our boy's hardly got a bone to suck He go, woah woah, woah, woah Woah woah, woah, woah Saint Huck, Huck The moon, 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 Ya wake up one morning And you find you're a thug Blowing smoke rings in some dive Ya fingers hot and itching, ya cracking ya knuckles Ya bull neck bristling Still Huck he ventures on whistling And death reckons Huckleberry's time is up O woah, woah, woah, Saint Huck O woah, woah, woah, Saint Huck, Huck Yonder go Huck, minus pocket watch and wallet gone Skin shrink wraps his skeleton No wonder he gets thinner What with his cold and skinny dinners 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 and the bustle and the green backs rustle And all the sexy cash and the randy cars And the two dollar fucks Ooo ya outta luck, ya outta luck Woah, woah, woah, woah Saint Huck, 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 crying And Saint Huck hears his own Mississippi just rolling by him Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Saint Huck, Saint Huck, Saint Huck Woah, woah, woah, woah © MUTE SONG; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com