With Obama Reelected, I’m Leaving the Country and This Is Where I’m Going

Posted on November 9, 2012 9:00 pm

[High Praise! to Bacon Saves]

The Land of Bacon

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6 Responses to “With Obama Reelected, I’m Leaving the Country and This Is Where I’m Going”

  1. CTCompromise says:

    Tell me the rain is maple syrup….I’m all in !!!!

  2. CTCompromise says:

    Added bonus: If it’s made of Bacon…Obama could never rule there (and/or Sharia Law!!!)

  3. zzyzx says:

    We Alaskans welcome you.

  4. Les says:

    Oh, I wish I was in the land of bacon,
    Old times there are not forsaken;
    Look away! Look away! Look away!
    ‘Cause bacon’s banned.

  5. currently says:

    Or, you could go here………..just bring some bacon…….

    Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics by John Hartford.

    One evening as the sun went down
    And the jungle fires were burning,
    Down the track came a hobo hiking,
    And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning
    I’m headed for a land that’s far away
    Besides 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 all are empty
    And the sun shines every day
    And 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 farmers’ 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
    The winds 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 trickling down the rocks
    The brakemen have to tip their hats
    And the railway bulls are blind
    There’s a lake of stew
    And of whiskey too
    You can paddle all around it
    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 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 Mountains.

    I’ll see you all this coming fall
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

  6. zzyzx says:

    The Democrats should replace Happy Day’s Are Here Again with this song…it’s much more representative of their philosophy.

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