paula calls it “the hangover song”. i don’t even drink and i love it :) come on, be happy and whistle away!

One evening as the sun went down
and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headed 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
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
Where 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
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-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
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 coming fall
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

by Harry McClintock