Catherine Britt Big Rock Candy Mountain
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
Said "boys I'm not turning"
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
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
All the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
And the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird 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
And 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 Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Where you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come a trickling down the rocks
And the brake men 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 'em In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
Just as soon as you are in
Well there ain't no short handed shovels
No axes, saws or picks
Well I'm a gonna stay
Where you sleep all day
Where they hung the Turk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Well I'll see ya all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains