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One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Not far from where Barrack Obama and I live is a former garbage heap, which we used to call "Mount Trashmore". At night the blue flames of methane gas could be seen from the highway as the we all sped past as quickly as possible. Now, it's painted and planted over and it's pretty, but there is still filth and dung below. Everybody knows it.
Soon, there's going to be a wallpapering of rhetoric about hope and change. "In God We Trust" will be changed to "Yes, we can".
Barrack Obama is very dangerous. He believes his own press. He thinks he is a savior. Or maybe The Savior. Recently, Obama spoke about a righteous wind blowing. Hmmmm...
Thing is, Roosevelt and Johnson knew they were mere mortals and were political animals.
I am thinking that Obama thinks he has risen above the clouds of earthly existence, and with the help of a filibuster proof Senate and a gushing Nancy Pelosi, he will rule triumphant.
With apologies:
In the Barrack Candy Mountains they will have your number
Ask a question or get a comment like Joe the Plumber
It will be a land of hope and change and blue, blue states
There will be fairness doctrines and politically correct talk
You'll go to the government docs and do the walk the talk
In the Barrack Candy Mountains
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