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“In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks, and the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks.”
February 20, 2007 at 8:02 PM ::
“There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey, too,
You can paddle all around ‘em in a big canoe...”
bakerina on 02/20/07 at 08:27 PM ::
I was going to mention the stew and whiskey, but I had already used up my allotment of periods for this sentence.
'mouse on 02/20/07 at 09:57 PM ::
“In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in.”
pam on 02/21/08 at 11:01 AM ::
I can’t imagine ever growing tired of this song.
Keith on 02/21/08 at 11:23 AM ::
As a kid, I was vaguely insulted by this song, but now I get it.
pam on 02/21/08 at 11:38 AM ::
Anyone hankering for a listen can push that link (which is amazingly still active) or you can listen to my “roadtrip” where will forever remain, I hope.
'mouse on 02/21/08 at 11:42 AM ::