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 Oh the birds and the bees and the cigarette tree's 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 well you never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol come a trickling down the rocks And the brakemen have to tip there Hats and the railway bulls are blind There's a lake of stew and of whisky too you can paddle all around Them 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 handled shovels or axes saws or picks Well I'm a gonna stay where you sleep all day where they hung the Turk Who invented work in the big rock candy mountains Well I'll see ya'll this coming fall in the big Rock Candy Mountains