COne 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 heFaded for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fouGntains
So cCome with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock CGandy MounCtains

CIn the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a lFand that's fair and brCight,
Where the haFndouts grow on buCshes
And you sleep out every niGght.
Where the boCxcars all are empty
And the sFun shines every dCay
And the bFirds and the beCes
And the cigFarette trCees
The lemFonade sprCings
Where the bluFebird siCngs
In the BGig Rock Candy MounCtains.

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 blowIn 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 canoeIn 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.

...I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains