Huck Finn Lyrics
The river keeps on churning
And the world just keeps on burning
And I find myself yearning
For the freedom.
You don’t know about me, without you have read a book,
By a Mr. Mark Twain, and the man ain’t a crook,
But a crook’s life has always sort of sounded right to me,
So I joined up with Tom Sawyer’s gang, now I loves some robbery.
I preferred my nature up close, and not through a window,
But Tom said live respectable-like up there with the widow,
So I did, yessiree, and they learned me to read and write,
I knew my math facts cold, man, yeah I had ‘em mesmorized.
Yes I knew the times tables cold, like 6 x 7 is 35,
My life wasn’t half bad, you know it was purty nice,
But all of a sudden my pap showed up, he'd heard I'd struck it rich,
And my dad’s a drunken bum, you know he's a real son of gun.
He locked me in a cabin, I felt like I might just turn to dust,
All he did was beat me up while he drank and he cussed,
He’d cuss the government, and that was just the beginnin'
He’d cuss the folk he knew so well, and all the folk he didn’t,
Now imagine your own dear old dad, all drunk and shaking,
Chasing you ’round a cabin ‘cuz he thinks you might be Satan,
Well, that went on just a little too long, I was ready to escape,
So I hedged my bets, and faked my death, and floated away on…
The river keeps on churning
And the world just keeps on burning
And I find myself yearning
For the freedom.
I floated to an island and there I set up shop,
Meanwhile the whole town scoured the river from the bottom to the top,
And pretty soon it hit me, I wasn’t all alone,
A slave I knew named Jim had also made this isle his home,
Turns out his owner Miss Watson had bigger plans for Jim,
She had found an eager buyer and was planning on selling him,
Too bad, it was really sad, but we knew we couldn’t stay,
The town folk saw our rising smoke over a mile away,
We pushed off in the raft, rather quick in a jiffy,
To get out and live the good life on the Ole Mississippi,
Yippie! I didn’t give a dang if they missed me,
Me and Jim were livin’ large like some 19th Century hippies,
Our goal was the Ohio River, catch a steamer heading north,
Ol’ Jim would be free, and so we set our course,
But a fog set in so thick and damp, you wouldn’t even believe,
Couldn’t see, couldn’t think, no we couldn’t hardly breathe,
We missed the Ohio, and then we met some nasty dudes,
They were out for blood and money, slave hunters through and through.
Now I should've given Jim up, he was someone's property,
But I couldn’t turn my back on him, c'mon man, honestly,
The river keeps on churning
And the world just keeps on burning
And I find myself yearning
For the freedom.
But the river can be mean, and a steam ship downright smashed us,
Splashed us, I lost Jim in the river and the fact is,
I ended up smack dab in the middle of a good ole family feud,
Some people love to kill and others love to be rude,
But Jim came back ("Hey there Jim"), and we escaped on the raft,
Living the lovely life again, watching the stars on our backs,
Sometimes a steamboat would slip by in the dark, and out her chimbley,
She’d belch a whole wide world of sparks, dang it was awful pretty,
As you might of guessed, there were more adventures after that,
Jim was free, my dad was dead, you prolly think I’d go back...
To that “sleeping in a bed” life, but then you'd have it wrong,
Cause civilized means full of lies, and that's why I sing this song.
I’m on…
The river keeps on churning
And the world just keeps on burning
And I find myself yearning
For the freedom.
