Burl Ives - Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics
Chorus:Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette treesThe soda water fountain where the lemonade springsAnd the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Candy MountainOn a summer dayIn the month of MayA burly bum came ahikingDown a shady laneThrough the sugar caneHe was looking for his likingAs he strolled alongHe sang a songOf the land of milk and honeyWhere a bum can stayFor many a dayAnd he won't need any moneyChorus:In the Big Rock Candy MountainThe cops have wooden legsThe bulldogs all have rubber teethAnd the hens lay soft-boiled eggsThe farmers' trees are full of fruitThe barns are full of hayI want to go where there ain't no snowWhere the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blowIn that Big Rock Candy MountainAlternate verses:2. There's a lake of ginWe can both jump inAnd the handouts grow on bushesIn the new-mown hayWe can sleep all dayAnd the bars all have free lunchesWhere the mail train stopsAnd there ain't no copsAnd the folks are tender-heartedWhere you never change your socksAnd you never throw rocksAnd your hair is never partedChorus:3. Oh, a farmer and his son,They were on the runTo the hay field they were boundingSaid the bum to the son,"Why don't you comeTo that big rock candy mountain? "So the very next dayThey hiked away,The mileposts they were countingBut they never arrivedAt the lemonade tideOn the big rock candy mountainChorus:1. One evening as the sun went downAnd the jungle fires were burning,Down the track came a hobo hiking,He said, "Boys, I'm not turningI'm heading for a land that's far awayBeside the crystal fountainI'll see you all this coming fallIn the Big Rock Candy MountainChorus:2. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,It's a land that's fair and bright,The handouts grow on bushesAnd you sleep out every night.The boxcars all are emptyAnd the sun shines every dayI'm bound to goWhere there ain't no snowWhere the sleet don't fallAnd the winds don't blowIn the Big Rock Candy Mountain.Chorus:3. In the Big Rock Candy MountainYou never change your socksAnd little streams of alkyholCome trickling down the rocksO the shacks all have to tip their hatsAnd the railway bulls are blindThere's a lake of stewAnd ginger ale tooAnd you can paddleAll around it in a big canoeIn the Big Rock Candy MountainChorus:4. In the Big Rock Candy MountainThe cops have wooden legsThe bulldogs all have rubber teethAnd the hens lay soft-boiled eggsThe box-cars all are emptyAnd the sun shines every dayI'm bound to goWhere there ain't no snowWhere the sleet don't fallAnd the winds don't blowIn the Big Rock Candy Mountain.Chorus:5. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,The jails are made of tin.You can slip right out again,As soon as they put you in.There ain't no short-handled shovels,No axes, saws nor picks,I'm bound to stayWhere you sleep all day,Where they hung the jerkThat invented workIn the Big Rock Candy Mountain.Chorus:
