The Big Rock Candy Mountain - Steve Goodman

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burnin'

Down a track came a hobo hikin'

He said boys I’m not turnin'

I’m headed for the land that’s far away beside the crystal fountain

And I’ll see you all this coming fall in the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains

There’s a land that’s fair and bright

The hand-outs grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night

The boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

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

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

By the soda water fountain

Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains you never wash your socks

And little streams of alcohol come tricklin' down the rocks

The boxcars all are empty

The sun shines every day

There’s a lake of stew and ginger ale too

And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe

In the big rock candy mountains

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

By the soda water fountain

Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings

In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains the cops have wooden legs

The bulldogs all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

There’s no short handled shovels

No axes, saws, or picks

Well I’m bound to stay where you sleep all day

Where they hung the jerk who invented work

In the big rock candy mountains

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

By the soda water fountain

Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings

In the big rock candy mountains