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Message: <blockquote data-quote="payn" data-source="post: 9768603" data-attributes="member: 90374">One evening as the sun went down and the temple fire was burningDown the track came a murder-hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turningI’m headin for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountainsSo come with me we’ll go and see the Big Storm Horn MountainsIn the Big Storm Horn Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and brightWhere the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every nightWhere the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every dayOn the birds and the bees and the pipe weed treesWhere the lemonade springs where the bluebird singsIn the Big Storm Horn MountainsIn the Big Storm Horn Mountains all the monsters have wooden legsAnd the ballrogs all have rubber teeth and the Trogs lay soft boiled eggsThe farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hayOh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snowWhere the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blowIn the Big Storm Horn MountainsIn the Big Storm Horn Mountains you never change your socksAnd the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocksThe Clerics have to tip their hats and the Paladins are blindThere’s a lake of stew and of whiskey tooYou can paddle all around ’em in a big canoeIn the Big Storm Horn MountainsIn the Big Storm Horn Mountains the jails are made of tinAnd you can walk right out again as soon as you are inThere ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picksI’m a goin to stay where you sleep all dayWhere they hung the jerk that invented workIn the Big Storm Horn MountainsI’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Storm Horn Mountains</blockquote>

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