ON A SUMMER DAY IN THE MONTH OF MAY
A BURLY BUM CAME HIKING,
DOWN A SHADY LANE THROUGH THE SUGAR CANE;
HE WAS LOKKING FOR HIS LIKING.AS HE ROAMED ALONG HE SANG A SONGOF 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
AND THE SODA WATER FOUNTAIN,
AT THE LIMONADE SPRINGS WHERE THE BLUEBIRD SINGS
ON THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN.
THERE`S A LAKE OF GIN WE CAN BOTH JUMP IN
AND THE HANDOUTS GROW ON BUSHES;
IN THE NEW MOWN-HAY WE CAN SLEEP ALL DAY,
AND THE BARS ALL HAVE FREE LUNCHES.
WHERE THE MAIL TRAIN STOPS AND THERE AIN`T NO COPS
AND THE FOLKS ARE TENDER-HEARTED,
WHERE YOU NEVER CHANGE YOUR SOCKS AND ROCKS,
AND YOUR HAIR IS NEVER PARTED.
OH, THE BUZZIN` OF THE BEES IN THE CIGARETTE TREES
AND THE SODA WATER FOUNTAIN,
AT THE LIMONADE SPRINGS WHERE THE BLUEBIRD SINGS
ON THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN.
OH, A FARMER AND HIS SON, THEY WERE ON THE RUN,
TO THE HAY FIELD THEY WERE BOUNDING.
SAID THE BUM TO THE SUN,
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