One evening as the sun went down,

And the jungle fire was burning.

Down the track came a hobo hikin

And he said, "Boys 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 

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 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 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 trickling down the rocks



The brake men have to tip their hats

And the railroad 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 handeled shovels

No axes, saws or picks

I'm a-goin' stay 

Where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk

That invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains



(Whistle)



I'll see you all 

This coming fall

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.