Harry Mcclintock In The Big Rock Candy Mountains Lyrics

In The Big Rock Candy Mountains Lyrics

One evening as the sun went down 

 And the jungle fires were 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 

 On 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 them 

 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 bound to stay 

 Where you sleep all day, 

 Where they hung the jerk 

 That invented the work 

 In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 

 .... 

 I'll see you all this coming fall 

 In the Big Rock Candy Mountains