Big Rock Candy Mountain                               too, and you can paddle all around 'em in a big   
(Harry McClintock)                                    canoe, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.           
                                                                                                        
 (starts on 'D')                                      In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are    
                                                      made of tin, And you can walk right out again as  
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle       soon as you are in, There ain't no short-handed   
fires were burning, down the track came a hobo        shovels, no axes, saws, or picks. I'm going to    
hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning. I'm       stay where you sleep all day, where they hung     
heading for a land that's far away beside the         the jerk that invented work, In the Big Rock      
crystal fountains. So come with me, we'll go and      Candy Mountains.                                  
see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."                                                                      
                                                      I'll see you all, this coming fall, In the Big    
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land       Rock Candy Mountains!                             
that's 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                                                           
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, The bulldogs all have rubber                                                          
teeth, and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs, Where                                                         
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 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 whiskey