HUSKER 37
All-American
Brothers in Arms - Vietnam Conflict
WHAT'S UP WITH THE BONECRUSHER? I HEAR IT EVERYWHERE.
We know: the song certainly has a life of it's own. As we said above, in Austin, you can hear Johnny Walker play the extended version on KLBJ-FM (93.7), every Friday afternoon at about 5:05 p.m. It can also be heard behind the awesome moves of a slightly-younger Hakeem Olajuwon on an NBA jams video cassette. It was also featured in the American video release of the animated feature film "Tekken." And lots of you around the country and world tell us that you've heard it and dig it.
The song evolved in 1992-93, in Austin and a live tour of the mid-Atlantic and east coast. It quickly became a crowd favorite, particularly as a closer, because of it's furious pace, epic length, and hilarious call-and-response section (in which Bill and Kevin traded barbs back and forth over their microphones). This section was later dropped from the song, entirely, though Kevin usually managed to draw-out live versions of the song with dadaesque monologues and plenty of non sequitur.
After the trio started-up in 1998, The Bonecrusher changed again, and started to pop-up during acoustic sets as a mad, rollicking, freight train-paced barnburner (similar in tempo to 2000's WNBA). NOTE: If you've never heard that version, you can here it here (for a limited time). This version is from 8/9/98 at the Saxon Pub in Austin.
Kevin later modified the "rocking" version to resemble the acoustic version by changing the song's chord structure.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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 nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
....
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains