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

Posted by Harvey 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:
   November 9th, 2012 at 10:05 pm

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

2. CTCompromise says:
   November 9th, 2012 at 10:06 pm

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

3. zzyzx says:
   November 10th, 2012 at 1:00 am

   We Alaskans welcome you.

4. Les says:
   November 10th, 2012 at 2:02 am

   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:
   November 10th, 2012 at 3:08 am

   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:
   November 11th, 2012 at 12:56 am

   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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