Vernon Dalhart Big Rock Candy Mountain
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 heading 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,
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 cigarete 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 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, the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your
socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling 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
And 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
I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy
Mountains!
