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 headin’ for a land that’s far away beside 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

On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees

Where 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 and the wind 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 a tricklin’ down the rocks

The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind

There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too

You can paddle all around ‘em 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 walk in

There ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks

I’m a 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