I'll Be Your Huckleberry

I'll Be Your Huckleberry
By James Pullen
Lyrics
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[spoken word]
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I'll be your huckleberry baby

(Verse 1)
I’m just a slow-drawlin’ pothead from Worth County, Georgia
Boots full of red clay, lungs full of Georgia green
Got a half-melted lighter and a heart that’s on fire
And your name rollin’ round my head like a sweet delta dream
I ain’t no cowboy, baby, but I seen all the movies
Know every line Val Kilmer ever spoke
So when you looked at me sideways with them dangerous eyes
I grinned real slow and let the smoke do the talk

(Chorus)
I’ll be your Huckleberry, darlin’, say when
Roll me up tight, light me again
I ain’t scared of your past, your ghosts, or your hurt
I’ll stand in the street, hands steady, shirt full of dirt
If lovin’ you’s trouble, then deal me right in
I’ll be your Huckleberry ’til the daylight burns thin

(Verse 2)
You told me ’bout that guy, how he tore you in half
Left tire marks on your heart and dust on your pride
I just nodded, took another long pull off the joint
Said, “Baby, I ain’t him.
I got pine trees for witness and a river that listens
Moonlight thick enough to smoke if you try
You can keep all your secrets, I’ll keep gettin’ lifted
Long as you let me park this old heart by your side

(Chorus)
I’ll be your Huckleberry, darlin’, say when
Roll me up tight, light me again
I ain’t scared of your past, your ghosts, or your hurt
I’ll stand in the street, hands steady, shirt full of dirt
If lovin’ you’s trouble, then deal me right in
I’ll be your Huckleberry ’til the daylight burns thin

(Bridge)
Yeah I’m stoned half the time and broke the other half
But I’m rich in the kind of love that don’t run out
So come here, pretty thing, let the world fade to black
We’ll spark up the night and just burn it on down

( chorus)
I’ll be your Huckleberry, darlin’, I’m in
Take one more hit, pass it with a grin
Let the smoke write our names in the hot southern air
I don’t need forever, just right now, right here
You say the word and I’m already yours
Your slow-smilin’, red-dirt, Worth County-Georgia boy

[spoken word]
I’ll be your Huckleberry, baby…