Big Rock Candy Mountain

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           One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning 
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           Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said, "Boys I'm not turning
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           I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains 
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           So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains"

    
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           In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright 
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           Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night 
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           Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
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                On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees 
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                     Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
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                          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 farmer's 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 are 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
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                     I'll see you all this coming fall
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                         In the Big Rock Candy Mountains...

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