Big Rock Candy Mountain (original lyrics)


On a summer day in the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane, through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking

As he roamed along, he sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he wonít need any money

[Chorus]
Oh, the buzziní of the bees in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

Thereís a lake of gin, we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches

Where the mail train stops and there ainít no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted

Chorus

Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,"Why donít you come
To that big rock candy mountain?"

So the very next day they hiked away
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain

Chorus

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
He said, "Boys, Iím not turning

Iím heading for a land thatís far away
Beside the crystal fountain
Iíll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus







In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, itís a land thatís fair and bright
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
The boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day

Iím bound to go where there ainít no snow
Where the sleet donít fall and the winds donít blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain you never change your socks
And little streams of alkyhol come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats and the railway bulls are blind

Thereís a lake of stew and gingerale too
And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, the cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every day

Iím bound to go where there ainít no snow
Where the sleet donít fall and the winds donít blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus

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 ainít no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws nor picks

Iím bound to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Chorus


Hobo ballad attributed to Harry "Haywire" McKintock