and you rise up to heaven (just humor me) and you are floating up through the clouds and looking down at the earth below and the cosmos up above, what song do you want playing?
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 or picks. I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day where they hung the jerk that invented work
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.