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| Jun 20th, 2004 05:57 PM | ||
| Mike |
Whatever works, man. Whatever works. 
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| Jun 20th, 2004 05:52 PM | ||
| GADZOOKS | KAY KIO KIO COWBOY KAY KIO KIO HOO! | |
| Jun 20th, 2004 05:49 PM | ||
| Mike |
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| Jun 20th, 2004 03:29 PM | ||
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| Jun 20th, 2004 03:11 PM | ||
| GADZOOKS | Your a son of abitch, please post this in the proper forum. | |
| Jun 20th, 2004 02:26 PM | ||
| camacazio |
That song is awesome. I want to get the Oh Brother Where Art Though sound track but I haven't gotten around to it yet. |
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| Jun 20th, 2004 02:21 PM | ||
| Mike |
The Big Rock Candy Mountains Hey all. I'd like to sing a song. This song is by Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock and here's the mp3 in case you all would like to hear it and sing along. http://www.harrykmcclintock.com/audi...20Mountain.mp3 One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning Down the track came a hobo hikin and he said boys I'm not turning I'm headed 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 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 |
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