That's Where The Huckleberry Grows

Somewhere I had seen before
An unknown river flows
Wherever it wants to be
That's where the huckleberry grows

The spirit in some distant place
The place that no one knows
Wherever it wants to be
That's where the huckleberry grows

On mountain sides, where rushing tides
Are tearing at the rock
From earth it breaks
And mischief makes
Around the prairie dock

And in the grey sky morning
In the cruelest wind that blows
Wherever it wants to be
That's where the huckleberry grows

In caves and coves
It roams and roves
No master to obey
A pious branch
No avalanche
Could make it pass away

It creeps into the churchyard
With all them holy joes
Wherever it wants be
That's where the huckleberry grows

It reaches out to heaven
And tickles all the crows
Wherever it wants to be
That's where the huckleberry grows

Old man mckinner

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Old man mckinner was a bad-tempered sinner
And no-one would feign to deny
His dishonourable goal was to sell off his soul
But nobody wanted to buy
Not even the devil would sink to his level
This man with a tongue like a blade
He cursed his own mother then bludgeoned his brother
To death with a cast iron spade

Hellamaleo hellamalee
The old man is heading to hell
Hellamaleo hellamalee
This old man is heading to hell

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Old man mckinner he poisoned a dinner
Of cutlets cakes and champagne
A murderous chef who's invited his nephews
To perish in terrible pain
He went to confession, a five-hour session
Recounting the deeds of a beast
He tried to repent to a certain extent
Then found himself stabbing the priest

Hellamaleo hellamalee
The old man is heading to hell
Hellamaleo hella malee
This old man is heading to hell

So boys who are brash hot headed and rash
With all of this rage to release
When your temper is burning, there's still time for turning
And taking the pathway to peace
Old man mckinner was no kind of winner
Remember this tale that I tell
At night in my dreams I can still hear his screams
As he's roasting forever in hell

Hellamaleo hellamalee
The old man is heading to hell
Hellamaleo hellamalee
This old man is heading to hell
Hellamaleo hellamalee
The old man is heading to hell
Hellamaleo hellamalee
This old man is heading to hell