Big Rock Candy Mountain
One evening as the sun went down In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
And the jungle fires were burning, You never change your socks
Down the track came a hobo hiking, And the little streams of alcohol
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning Come trickling down the rocks
I'm headed for a land that's far away The brakemen have to tip their hats
Besides the crystal fountains And the railway bulls are blind
So come with me, we'll go and see There's a lake of stew
The Big Rock Candy Mountains And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, In a big canoe
There's a land that's fair and bright, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
Where the boxcars all are empty The jails are made of tin.
And the sun shines every day And you can walk right out again,
And the birds and the bees As soon as you are in.
And the cigarette trees There ain't no short-handled shovels,
The lemonade springs No axes, saws nor picks,
Where the bluebird sings I'm bound to stay
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains That invented work
All the cops have wooden legs In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth ....
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs I'll see you all this coming fall
The farmers' trees are full of fruit In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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.