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The Big Rock Candy Mountain - 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

Besides 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

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 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'ma going to stay

Where you sleep all day

Where they hung the Turk

That invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I'll see you all this coming Fall

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains