Big Rock Candy Mountain

Mac, there is a song that's going

Around the country for quite a while

And it is associated with you

The song's called "The Big Rock Candy Mountain"

I wish you could tell me what

You know about the song, where it came from

And how much you had to do with it

I think the first time I ever heard it

It was your singing

Back in San Francisco a long time ago

Yeah, that was Sam, the song was originally

I wrote it when I was a kid and the temperature is

That time the ambition of every

Rehoboth is to scare some kids from

Doing begging among other things

And I used to tell a kid scary stories about

The Lemonade Spring

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain in George Washington

There were some foundations, in fact, I saw something

In Soto Spring in Idaho

They were at that time when I was still were

A spring preservator, strongly, the water was

Strong with soda that all you need is

A glass of water out of one of those Springs

And sprinkle a little lemon juice in it

And you have a very fine glass of soda water

And in Sun Lake City, not far from

The OSL graveyard there, the water

Is known as the chicken soup spring

It has some sort of chemical content

You need to boil and wash your clothes

And also, the water has some kind of flavour

That might be chicken soup and

In other words, there was a little foundation

For the idea but when I went to clean

The song, it wasn't the part I saw originally

Do you remember what it was originally? Yeah

Well, how about singing how it was originally

And do the clean version later?

Well, wait a minute, I don't believe I can do that

I might have to do a better thinking on that

I'll do the clean version

Alright, you do the clean version

And we do the other

Look, Mac, do I get this writing

You made this song? That's right, that's right

It isn't the version you that my brother has

My brother used some of my lyrics and his number

Whoever wrote it, I don't know whether

They wrote the version or not

It is not all but some of my lyrics he used in there

Sing your version, the clean one, yeah, the clean one

One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fire was burning

Down the track came a hobo hikin'

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 all are empty, and the sun shines every day

On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees

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 farmers' 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 rains don't fall, the winds 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 trickling down the rocks

There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks

I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day

Where they hung the Turk that invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

All the jails are made of tin

And you can walk right out again

As soon as you are in

The brakemen have to tip their hats, and the railroad bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew, and whiskey, too

You can paddle all around 'em, in a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains