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This is the traditional Harry McClintock version. There could have been multiple versions of this song but I seem to like this one, and it might be the official version. This is a fun song about a hobo who has a dream of an easy life.
Big Rock Candy Mountain
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One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning,
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Down the track came a hobo hikin', and he said, "Boys, I'm not turning.
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I'm headed for a land that's far a way, Beside the crystal fountains,
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So come with me, we'll go and see, The Big Rock Candy Mountains
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a land that's fair and bright,
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Where the handouts grow on bushes, And you sleep out every night,
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Where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines every day,
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On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
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The lemonade springs, where the bluebird sings, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs,
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And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, And the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
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The farmers' trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay.
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Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
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Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow in the Big Rock Candy mountains
Verse 3:
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks,
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And the little streams of alcohol come a-tricklin' down the rocks,
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind.
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There's a lake of stew, and of whiskey too,
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You can paddle all around 'em In a big ca-noe,
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
Verse 4:
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin,
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And you can walk right out again, as soon as you are in.
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There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks,
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I'm a-going to stay, where you sleep all day,
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Where they hung the jerk, who invented work,
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I'll see you all this coming fall, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains