Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down
Jungle fire was burning
Down the tracks came a hobo hikin'
He said, "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

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, the bluebird sings

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
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall, where the wind don't blow

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 a'whiskey, too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe

The Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
As soon as you walk in

There ain't no short-handle shovels
No axes, saws, or picks
I'm goin' 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 comin' fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There's nothin' more, I guess that's all