Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics - Singles - Harry Mcclintock

One evening as the sun went down 

And the jungle fires were burning, 

Down the track came a hobo hiking, 

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 handouts grow on bushes 

And you sleep out every night. 

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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 bluebird 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 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 winds 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 alcohol 

Come trickling down the rocks 

The brakemen have to tip their hats 

And the railway 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-handled shovels, 

No axes, saws nor 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 ... 

I'll see you all this coming fall 

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.