Artist/Band:
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Lyrics for Song: Saint Huck
Lyrics for Album: From Here to Eternity [1984]
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
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