Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo a-hiking and he said: Boys, I'm not turning
I'm heading for a land that's far away beside that crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

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Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees, by the soda water fountains
By the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings, in the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, it's a land that's fair and bright
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
The boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
The little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and ginger ale too
And 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
You can slip right our again, as soon as they put you in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes, saws or 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