Silly Songs

and alcohol streams, who could resist?

Everything about behavior should tell us something about ourselves.

This one is silly.  It’s called “Big Rock Candy Mountains

I’m learning to play the piano.  Much more fun than watching TV, for me, and one of the songs is a shortened version of this.  You can find the tune several places online, click on the title below.  Here are the lyrics:

Big Rock Candy Mountains
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 headed for a land that’s far away
Besides 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 all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
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 farmers’ 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
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 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’ma goin’ to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the Turk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming Fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”

Songwriters: Harry Mcclintock / Sterling Sherwin

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Finally, purely for fun, here are the updated lyrics I’m proposing.  I’d love to hear your ideas.  After all, isn’t it time to update this?

Of all the planets that we know,
The furthest is Pluto,
Around our big ball of fusion,

Astronomers they say,
Would make it go away,
So let’s give them all contusions.

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More to come!  Thanks for reading.

 

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