The Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics

Song	The Big Rock Candy Mountain
Artist	Harry McClintock
Album	The Americana Series: The Best of Bluegrass
Download	Image LRC TXT

	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
	Besides 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
	And 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 winds 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 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 it
	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 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 coming fall
	In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

	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
	Besides 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
	And 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 softboiled 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 winds 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 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 it
	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 shorthandled shovels
	No axes, saws nor picks
	I' m 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 coming fall
	In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

	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
	Besides 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
	And 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 softboiled 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 winds 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 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 it
	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 shorthandled shovels
	No axes, saws nor picks
	I' m 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 coming fall
	In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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