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 One Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi four One Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi four 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 One Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi four 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