Tricksters, Hucksters, and Scamps - Amos Lee

Well it used to be so peaceful

Used to be so serene

Well if it wasn't for us

It would still be pristine

There are fires a'burning down on empty camps

All of these tricksters and hucksters and scamps

Well these days I got my hands full

Trying to find out what's real

Well a bunch of hungry eyes will turn you into a meal

Beware that smiling face beneath that old street lamp

He's with those tricksters and hucksters and scamps

He cut a hole in the bucket

Watched that water funnel down

Said if I'm gonna be a hero gonna have to make a mess out of this town

Well he waited for a while so everything had turned to rust

Well he slept next to a pistol said in Christ I my trust

Well then he stole that election put his face on every stamp

In his council were tricksters, hucksters and scamps

He been fighting for some years now

It was his turn to survive

Well they offered him a fortune in the 5th he'd take a dive

Well the crowd went home happy the nation's faith lives with the champ

In his corner are tricksters, hucksters and scamps

All of his sponsors are tricksters, hucksters and scamps