Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening, as the sun went down
 And the jungle fire was burning
 Down the track came a hobo hiking
 And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
 I'm headed for a land that's far away
 Beside's 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 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
 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 a-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 '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-handled shovels
 No axes, saws nor picks
 I'm a-goin' 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 comin' fall
 In the Big Rock Candy Mountains