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Drugs+drugs+rock+roll
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Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Portland, OR
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Sep 16th, 2005, 09:51 PM
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.
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