Huck Finn Blues (Brad Paisley)
Well, I sit here alone about midnight
So darn lonesome, not a soul in sight
Pap’s out drinkin’ in Hannibal town
So it’s through the window, and I shimmy down
There’s only so much sleep a boy can stand
When the witchin’ hour’s so close at hand

Across the alley and over the fence
The night air cracklin’ with dark suspense
Beneath the window against the wall
I conjure up my best cat-call
Tom crawls out the window, and his feet hit the ground
Like two Tomcats we’ll make the rounds

And it’s down to the river or the old graveyard
There’s no better livin’ than livin’ hard
High on the midnight air a boy can be free
Just the moonlight, Tom Sawyer, and me


So we hit the back streets before it gets light
This ol’ town’s full of ghosts and gamblers tonight
Then on down to Bear Creek for a moonlight dip,
Cigars and whiskey on the banks we’ll sip
We might even steal a raft in the river’s sway
And slip off to Orleans before the break of day

And it’s down to the river or the old graveyard
There’s no better livin’ than livin’ hard
High on the midnight air a boy can be free
Just the moonlight, Tom Sawyer, and me

Ol’ Tom’s got his head and his heart in a whirl
‘Cause his mind’s wrapped around that little Thatcher girl
So I’ll do my best to help him figure it out
There ain’t a whole lotta future in what he’s thinkin’ about,
Comin’ over the top of Cardiff Hill
It’s a boy’s paradise, Heaven’s windowsill

An ol’ rooster is crowin’, Tom’s gotta go
He don’t want his poor Aunt Polly to know
Somewhere ‘neath the dark sky, I’ll lay my head
With just a blanket of stars to cover my bed
And I’ll drift off in boyhood dreams as I close my eyes
Of adventures and mysteries awaitin’ tomorrow night

We’ll go down to the river or the old graveyard
There’s no better livin’ than livin’ hard
High on the midnight air a boy can be free
Just the moonlight, Tom Sawyer, and me

Well I lie here alone, it’s about daylight
So darn lonesome, not a soul in sight