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

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 bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk

That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.