Big Rock Candy Mountains by Harry McClintock

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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 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.

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One evening as the sun went down / and the jungle fires were burning,
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Down the tracks came a hobo hiking, and he said, “Boys, I’m not turning.
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I’m headed for a land that’s far away / beside the crystal fountains.
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So, come with me, and 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 /

And the lemonade springs / where the bluebirds sing / 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; / There, the farmers’ trees are full of fruit, / and the barns are full of hay; / And I’m bound to go / where there ain’t no snow / And the rain don’t fall / and 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-tricklin’ down the rocks; / There ain’t no short-handed shovels, / no axes, spades or picks; / I’m bound to stay / where they sleep all day, /

Where they hung the jerk / that invented work / 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; / Why, the brakemen have to tip their hats, / and the railroad bulls are blind; / There’s a lake of stew / and a gin lake, too; / You can paddle all around them / in a big canoe / In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”

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