[Vision2020] Once Romney is Elected (according to the Mitt-ster) .. .

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Burl Ives is my favorite singer. The Big Rock Candy Mountain however sounds like a liberal theme song where everything is provided by the government.

Roger
From: Tom Hansen thansen at moscow.com
Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 07:55:06 -0700
To: Moscow Vision 2020 vision2020 at moscow.com
Subject: [Vision2020] Once Romney is Elected (according to the Mitt-ster) .. .

> We will all be employed . . . building the yellow-brick road to Shangri-la, or . . . as Burl Ives calls it . . .
> 
> "Big Rock Candy Mountain"
> http://www.TomandRodna.com/Songs/Big_Rock_Candy_Mountain.mp3
> 
> "On a summer day
> In the month of May
> A burly bum came hiking
> Down a shady lane
> Through the sugar cane
> He was looking for his liking
> As he roamed along
> He sang a song
> Of the land of milk and honey
> Where a bum can stay
> For many a day
> And he won't need any money
>  
> Oh the buzzin' of the bees 
> In the cigarette trees
> Near the soda water fountain
> At the lemonade springs
> Where the bluebird sings
> On the big rock candy mountain
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> The cops have wooden legs
> The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
> And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
> The box-cars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain."
> 
> ---------------
>  
> (Other stanzas . . .) 
>  
> "There's a lake of gin
> We can both jump in
> And the handouts grow on bushes
> In the new-mown hay
> We can sleep all day
> And the bars all have free lunches
>  
> Where the mail train stops
> And there ain't no cops
> And the folks are tender-hearted
> Where you never change your socks
> And you never throw rocks
> And your hair is never parted
>  
> Oh, a farmer and his son,
> They were on the run
> To the hay field they were bounding
> Said the bum to the son,
> "Why don't you come
> To that big rock candy mountain?" 
> So the very next day
> They hiked away,
> The mileposts they were counting
> But they never arrived
> At the lemonade tide
> On the big rock candy mountain
> Chorus:
>  
> One evening as the sun went down
> And the jungle fires were burning,
> Down the track came a hobo hiking,
> He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
> I'm heading for a land that's far away
> Beside the crystal fountain
> I'll see you all this coming fall
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> Chorus:
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
> It's a land that's fair and bright,
> The handouts grow on bushes
> And you sleep out every night.
> The boxcars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. 
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
> You never change your socks
> And little streams of alkyhol
> Come trickling down the rocks
> O the shacks all have to tip their hats
> And the railway bulls are blind
> There's a lake of stew
> And ginger ale too
> And you can paddle
> All around it in a big canoe
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
>  
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain 
> The cops have wooden legs
> The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
> And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
> The box-cars all are empty
> And the sun shines every day
> I'm bound to go
> Where there ain't no snow
> Where the sleet don't fall
> And the winds don't blow
> In the Big Rock Candy Mountain."
> 
> -------------------------------------
> 
> Seeya round town, Moscow.
> 
> Tom Hansen
> Moscow, Idaho
> 
> "We're a town of about 23,000 with 10,000 college students.  The college students are not very active in local elections (thank goodness!)."
> 
> - Dale Courtney (March 28, 2007)
>