Big Rock Candy Mountain Song Lyrics by Harry McClintock
One evening as the sun went downAnd the jungle fire was burningDown the track came a hobo hikin’And he said, “Boys, I’m not turningI’m headed for a land that’s far awayBeside the crystal fountainsSo come with me, we’ll go and seeThe Big Rock Candy Mountains
“In The Big Rock Candy MountainsThere’s a land that’s fair and brightWhere the handouts grow on bushesAnd you sleep out every nightWhere the boxcars all are emptyAnd the sun shines every dayOn the birds and the bees and the cigarette treesThe lemonade springs where the bluebird singsIn The Big Rock Candy Mountains
“In The Big Rock Candy MountainsAll the cops have wooden legsAnd the bulldogs all have rubber teethAnd the hens lay soft-boiled eggsThe farmers’ trees are full of fruitAnd the barns are full of hayOh I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snowWhere the rain don’t fall, the wind don’t blowIn The Big Rock Candy Mountains
“In The Big Rock Candy MountainsYou never change your socksAnd the little streams of alcoholCome a-trickling down the rocksThe brakemen have to tip their hatsAnd the railroad bulls are blindThere’s a lake of stew and of whiskey, tooYou can paddle all around ’em in a big canoeIn The Big Rock Candy Mountains
“In The Big Rock Candy MountainsThe jails are made of tinAnd you can walk right out againAs soon as you are inThere ain’t no short-handle shovelsNo axes, saws or picksI’m a-goin’ to stay where you sleep all dayWhere they hung the jerk that invented workIn The Big Rock Candy Mountains
“I’ll see you all this comin’ fallIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains”