Twas evenin in the jungle, and hobo fires were burnin,
When down the track came a man with a pack, singin of his yearnin.
He was singin of a land so far away - where the sun shines every day.
Oh, the buzzin of the bees in the cigarette trees, near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the blue bird sings - on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
The Land of Geezerdom isn a place you plan to invade, or even plan to visit. You just sorta wake up one day and find yourself there. “WOW! Where the heck am I?
When down the track came a man with a pack, singin of his yearnin.
He was singin of a land so far away - where the sun shines every day.
Oh, the buzzin of the bees in the cigarette trees, near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the blue bird sings - on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
The Land of Geezerdom isn a place you plan to invade, or even plan to visit. You just sorta wake up one day and find yourself there. “WOW! Where the heck am I?