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