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Thu Nov 28, 2002 1:50 am
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MCaver Founder
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Thu Nov 28, 2002 10:55 am
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Tom, can we please delete this spam?
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Thu Nov 28, 2002 11:03 am
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I dunno, it sounds like a really good deal. There is nothing like a cigarette on the summit. That menthol flavor is sooooo refreshing, tastes great, and it gives me something to do on the summit when I'm nervous. Calms the spirit, lets me contemplate the beauty of (cough, cough) nature through that nice blue haze. Plus the marmots like the stubs. Please, fellow smokin' dudes, don't leave filters up there because it clogs up the marmot's alimentary canal. And that's not a pretty sight.
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Thu Nov 28, 2002 11:39 am
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Why buy them anyhow? I pick mine right off the tree--the cigarette tree of course!
Oh...............
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
cho: Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
By the soda water fountain
Near the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain
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 alky-hol
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 gingerale 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.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The jails are made of tin
You can slip right out again
As soon as they put you in
There ain't no short-handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
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Thu Nov 28, 2002 11:48 am
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Thu Nov 28, 2002 12:15 pm
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Here is a website on Burl Ives
http://www.burlives.com/
Is this a hobo song? Where did the word hobo come from?
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central, Monday morning rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound Odyssey,
the train pulls out of Kankakee,
rollin' along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' towns that have no name,
freight yards full of old black men,
and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning, America. How are you?
Don't you know me, I'm your native son.
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
and I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag, that holds the bottle.
You can feel the wheels, rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of Pullman porters and the sons of engineers
Ride their Father's magic carpet made of steel,
Mothers sing their babes to sleep
rocking to the gentle beat
and the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.
Good morning, America ...
Night time on the City of New Orleans,
changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home and we'll be there by morning,
through the Mississippi darkness rolling down to the sea.
But all the towns and people seem
to fade into a bad dream,
the steel rail still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
the passengers will please refrain.
This train's got the disappearin' railroad blues.
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Fri Nov 29, 2002 2:32 pm
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Fri Nov 29, 2002 11:07 pm
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It's a nice piece of song writing and catches a part of the American spirit. The lilting rythm makes you feel like your on a train. I've never ridden a train, but listening to the song I know what it would be like. Reading Smokey's link, it's interesting that he died in Seattle. Too bad he had to go at such a young age. http://www.hepcat.com/goodman/sg.html
I like Willie Nelson and Arlo's version of the song and of course my own which I can sing whenever I want to.
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Sat Nov 30, 2002 5:15 pm
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...speaking of spam, I sure could use a little something to eat around this time of year.
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Sat Nov 30, 2002 6:34 pm
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Hobo,
You might also enjoy the story telling and songs of U. Utah Phillips. Hobos, trains and organizing. I figure he's a national treasure. He's for sure one of the best story tellers of my time.
http://www.utahphillips.com/tapecd.html
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Sat Nov 30, 2002 7:15 pm
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