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 handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
Oh the birds and the bees and the cigarette tree's 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 the bulldogs all have rubber
teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
And 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 well you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a trickling down the rocks
And the brakemen have to tip there
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 can walk right out again just as soon as you are in
Well there ain't no short handled shovels or axes saws or picks
Well I'm a gonna stay where you sleep all day where they hung the Turk
Who invented work in the big rock candy mountains

Well I'll see ya'll this coming fall in the big Rock Candy Mountains