One evening as the sun went down,

And the jungle fire was burning.

Down the track came a hobo hikin

And he said boys I'm not turning.

I'm headed for a land that's far away

Beside the crystal fountains.

So come with me,

We'll go and see

The Big Rock Candy Mountains.



In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a land that's fair and bright.

Where the hand outs grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night.

Where the boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

On the birds and the bees,

And the cigarette trees,

The lemonade springs where the blue bird 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 farmer's 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 wind 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 alchohol

Come trickling down the rocks

The brake men have to tip their hats

And the railroad bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew

And of whiskey too

You can paddle all around them 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 handeled shovels

No axes, saws, or picks

I'ma gonna stay

Where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk

That invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains



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