In the big rock-candy mountain, you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks. . .
I’m going to stay where they sleep all day, and they hung the jerk that invented work . . . in the big rock-candy mountain.
Howdy! Now that my hat-eating is all done, my day job calls. I’ve been thinking a lot about that great Cohen brothers movie, O Brother Where Art Thou. Fratguy loves to quote it around this time of year: “They’ve got the midget, they’ve got the broom–it’s a well-run campaign!” So here’s a hopeful little hobo song that should put a smile on your face.
Since our Great Recession seems to be settling into a Lost Decade, I’ve been considering running an occasional series of posts featuring art, music, and ephemera from the Great Depression. What do you think?