The Big Rock Candy Mountains

Anonymous

On a summer’s day in the month of May,

A burly bum come a-hiking,

Traveling down that lonesome road

A-looking for his liking.

He was headed for a land that was far away,

Beside them crystal fountains –

‘I’ll see you all this coming fall

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.’

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

You never change your socks,

And little streams of alcohol

Come a-trickling down the rocks.

The box cars are all empty

And the railroad bulls are blind,

There’s a lake of stew and whisky, too,

You can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

O – the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees

Round the soda water fountains,

Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings

In 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 box cars are all empty,

And the sun shines every day,

O I’m bound to go, where there ain’t no snow,

Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The jails are made of tin

And you can bust right out again

As soon as they put you in;

The farmers’ trees are full of fruit,

The barns are full of hay,

I’m going to stay where you sleep all day,

Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains