Big Rock Candy Mountain

On a summer day in the month of May

A burly bum came hiking

Down a shady lane through the sugar cane

He was looking for his liking

As he roamed along he sang a song

Of the land of milk and honey

Where a bum can stay for many a day

And he won't need any money

Chorus

Oh the buzzin' of the bees

In the cigarette trees

Near the soda water fountain

At the lemonade springs

Where the bluebird sings

On the big rock candy mountain

There's a lake of gin we can both jump in

And the handouts grow on bushes

In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day

And the bars all have free lunches

Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops

And the folks are tender-hearted

Where you never change your socks

And you never throw rocks

And your hair is never parted

Chorus

Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run

To the hay field they were bounding

Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come

To that big rock candy mountain?"

So the very next day they hiked away,

The mileposts they were counting

But they never arrived at the lemonade tide

On the big rock candy mountain

Chorus

One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fires were burning,

Down the track came a hobo hiking,

He said, "Boys, I'm not turning

I'm heading for a land that's far away

Beside the crystal fountain

I'll see you all this coming fall

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,

It's a land that's fair and bright,

The handouts grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night.

The boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow

Where the sleet don't fall and the winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

You never change your socks

And little streams of alkyhol

Come trickling down the rocks

O the shacks all have to tip their hats

And the railway bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew and gingerale too

And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

The cops have wooden legs

The bulldogs all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

The farmer's trees are full of fruit

And the barns are full of hay

I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow

Where the sleet don't fall and the winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,

The jails are made of tin.

You can slip right out again,

As soon as they put you in.

There ain't no short-handled shovels,

No axes, saws nor picks,

I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day,

Where they hung the jerk that invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.