In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Written by Volponi on 18/12/2003 – 16:11 -Como seria sua montanha encantada? Teria sereias, sorvete e batata-frita à vontade? Seria um lugar onde nunca chova, e que ninguém tivesse cãibra? Cigarros seriam proibidos e as roupas também?
Música que faz parte do filme E aí meu irmão, cadê você:
Big Rock Candy Montain - Harry McClintock
(…)
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
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
(…)
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.