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One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
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Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turning
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I’m headin’ for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountains
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So come with me we’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and bright
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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
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On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
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The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
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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 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 you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ’em 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 or picks
I’m a-goin’ to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented the work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
