On a summer day In the month of May A burly bum came hiking Down a shady lane Through the sugar cane He was looking for his liking As he roamed along He sang a song Of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay For many a day And he won't need any money
Oh the buzzin' of the bees In the cigarette trees Near the soda water fountain At the lemonade springs Where the bluebird sings On the big rock sobe mountain
Muwahahahah thats the way I always envision sobe in my mind.
It really is like running through a field of flowers to get to it, and then all in all the when the first bit hits your lips it's mutha fuckin orgasmic and shit mahn.
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good rock candy mountain? you know it?
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On a summer day
In the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane
Through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he roamed along
He sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay
For many a day
And he won't need any money
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock sobe mountain
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It really is like running through a field of flowers to get to it, and then all in all the when the first bit hits your lips it's mutha fuckin orgasmic and shit mahn.
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