ÀÚ¸· ¹ø¿ª, Á¦ÀÛ : ipitz@hananet.net - # Po Lazarus # Po Lazarus... #
# Well, the high sheriff, # Won't you go out # Well, the high sheriff, # Won't you go out # Oh, bring him dead or alive
# O Lord
# Bring him dead or alive
# Well, the deputy, # Well, I ain't gonna mess # Well, the deputy, # Said I ain't gonna mess # Well, he's a dangerous man
# O Lord, he's a dangerous man... #
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# 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 # Beside the crystal fountains
# So come with me, we'll go and see # In the big rock candy mountains
# There's a land # 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 # The lemonade springs # In the big rock candy mountains
# In the big rock candy mountains
# All the cops have wooden legs
# And the bulldogs # And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
# The farmers' trees # And the barns are full of hay
# Oh, I'm bound to go # Where the rain don't fall, # 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 # You can paddle all around 'em # In the big rock (Dogs barking)
# The jails are made of tin
# And you can walk right out again
# As soon as you are in
# There ain't no # No axes, saws or picks
# I'm a-goin' to stay # Where they hung the jerk # In the big rock candy mountains
# I'll see you all this comin' fall
# In the big rock candy mountains #
(Train horn blows)
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- # Po Lazarus!
he told the deputy
and bring me Lazarus?
he told the deputy
and bring me Lazarus?
he told the high sheriff
with Lazarus
he told the high sheriff
with Lazarus... #
that's far away
the big rock candy mountains
that's fair and bright
and the cigarette trees
where the bluebird sings
all have rubber teeth
are full of fruit
where there ain't no snow
the wind don't blow
and of whiskey, too
in a big canoe
candy mountains... #
short-handle shovels
where you sleep all day
that invented work