Big Rock Candy Mountain

Hey, baby sister,
Dream what I’m dreaming,
Lets go live out of town
We’ll screw and we’ll skive
For the rest of our lives
In a country pretty as you are.
The sun is fuzzy,
The air is muggy,
It kinda makes me think
Of your uncanny
Cheating eyes
That glisten when you weep.

Everything there is bright and homey,
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.

We’ll get our sticks
From the antique shop
And do up our room in style,
The hot house flowers
Will fill the house
And the joss sticks smoke all day.
The floors will shine
And the mirrors gloom
In the oriental style.
And all these things
Will settle our nerves
Like a mother with her child.

Everything there is bright and homey
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.

The barges down
On the old canals
They really like to travel,
But here they’ve gathered
To do your pleasure
From every part of the world.
The setting sun
Is slathering
The world with wildflower honey,
The fields and streets
Are fast asleep.
Lets go to bed now, baby.

Everything there is bright and homey,
Cool as death and sexy-sexy.

Tony Grist

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