Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fire was burning

Down the track came a hobo hiking

Said, boys, I'm not turning

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

Beside the crystal fountain

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

All the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees

And 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 bulldogs all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft boiled eggs

And 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 wind don't blow

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

Where you never change your socks

And the little streams of alcohol

Come a-trickling down the rocks

And the brake men have to tip their hats

And the railway bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew

And of whisky too

You can paddle all around them

In a big canoe

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

All the jails are made of tin

And you could walk right out again

Just as soon as you are in

Well there ain't no short handled shovels

No axes, saws or picks

Well I'ma gonna stay

Where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk

Who invented work

In the big rock candy mountains

Well, I'll see you all this coming fall

In the big rock candy mountains