Big Rock Candy Mountains

Intro in One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fires were burning, down the track came a ho-bo hiking. And he said "Boys I'm not turning. I'm headed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crystal fountains. So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains." In the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains. There's a land that's fair and bright, Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night. Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every-day. On the birds and the bees,and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs, where the blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs and the bull-dogs 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 Moun-tains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. You nev - er change your socks. and the lit-tle streams of al-cohol come a trick-ling down the rocks. The brakemen have to tip their hats and the rail-road bulls are blind. There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too, you can pad-dle all round'em in a big canoe in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains 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 gonna stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains I'll see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.