Big rock candy mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning
Down a track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land thats far away beside the crystal fountain
So come with me and well go see the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain theres a land thats fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines everyday
and the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees the lemonade springs
where the bluebirds sing all sorts of different fucking things in the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain all the cops have wooden legs
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 where the grass plants grow and the nihilists go
in th Big Rock Candy Mountain.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain you never change your socks
and the little streams of alkyhol come trickling down the rocks
The breakmen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
Theres a lake of stew and whisky too, you can paddle all around em in a big canoe
You can do whatever you want to do in the Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain all the jails are made of tin
and you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There no short handled shovels no axes saws or picks
I'm gonna stay where you sleep all day where they hung the jerk
that invented work and Ill see you all this coming fall
in the Big Rock Candy Mountain room for all - now fuck off!