COne 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 he
Faded for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fou
Gntains
So c
Come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock C
Gandy Moun
Ctains
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CIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a l
Fand that's fair and br
Cight,
Where the ha
Fndouts grow on bu
Cshes
And you sleep out every ni
Gght.
Where the bo
Cxcars all are empty
And the s
Fun shines every d
Cay
And the b
Firds and the be
Ces
And the cig
Farette tr
Cees
The lem
Fonade spr
Cings
Where the blu
Febird si
Cngs
In the B
Gig Rock Candy Moun
Ctains.
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 blowIn 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 it
In a big canoeIn 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 nor picks,
I'm bound 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 coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
