Lyrics
Now in the big rock candy mountains
Is a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
There's birds and bees and cigarette trees
And lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the big rock candy mountains
In the big rock candy mountains
You never have to wear no socks
And the little old streams of alcohol
Come tricklin' down the rocks
All 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
All the cops got wooden legs
And the bulldogs all got rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft boiled eggs
All the farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
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
All the jails are made out of tin
And you can walk right out again
About as soon as you are in
They ain't got no short handled shovels
No axes, saws, nor picks
I'm bound to stay where they sleep all day
Where the hung-a-terks invented work
In the big rock candy mountains