ON A SUMMER DAY IN THE MONTH OF MAY

A BURLY BUM CAME HIKING,

DOWN A SHADY LANE THROUGH THE SUGAR CANE;

HE WAS LOKKING FOR HIS LIKING.AS HE ROAMED ALONG HE SANG A SONGOF THE LAND OF MILK AND HONEY,

WHERE A BUM CAN STAY FOR MANY A DAY,AND HE WON`T NEED ANY MONEY.

OH, THE BUZZIN` OF THE BEES IN THE CIGARETTE TREES

AND THE SODA WATER FOUNTAIN,

AT THE LIMONADE SPRINGS WHERE THE BLUEBIRD SINGS

ON THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN.



THERE`S A LAKE OF GIN WE CAN BOTH JUMP IN

AND THE HANDOUTS GROW ON BUSHES;

IN THE NEW MOWN-HAY WE CAN SLEEP ALL DAY,

AND THE BARS ALL HAVE FREE LUNCHES.



WHERE THE MAIL TRAIN STOPS AND THERE AIN`T NO COPS

AND THE FOLKS ARE TENDER-HEARTED,

WHERE YOU NEVER CHANGE YOUR SOCKS AND ROCKS,

AND YOUR HAIR IS NEVER PARTED.



OH, THE BUZZIN` OF THE BEES IN THE CIGARETTE TREES

AND THE SODA WATER FOUNTAIN,

AT THE LIMONADE SPRINGS WHERE THE BLUEBIRD SINGS

ON THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN.



OH, A FARMER AND HIS SON, THEY WERE ON THE RUN,

TO THE HAY FIELD THEY WERE BOUNDING.

SAID THE BUM TO THE SUN,