Big Rock Candy Mountain
Harry McClintock

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One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
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Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
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I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
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So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains
 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
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Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
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Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
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And the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
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The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
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And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay softboiled eggs
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The farmers' trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
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Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
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Where the rain don't fall and the winds don't blow
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
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And a little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railway bulls are blind
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There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
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You can paddle all around it in a big canoe
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
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And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
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There ain't no shorthandled shovels, no axes, saws, nor picks
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I am gonna' stay where you sleep all day
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Where they hung the jerk that invented work
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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[WHISTLING] 
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I'll see you all this coming fall
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains