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Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock

"The Big Rock Candy Mountain" (karaoke)

"The Big Rock Candy Mountain" (sheet music)


One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fires were burning,

Down the tracks came a hobo hiking,

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, and 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

And the lemonade springs

Where the bluebirds sing

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;

There, the farmers' trees are full of fruit,

And the barns are full of hay;

And I'm bound to go

Where there ain't no snow

And the rain don't fall

And the wind 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 a-tricklin' down the rocks;

There ain't no short-handed shovels,

No axes, spades or picks;

I'm bound to stay

Where they sleep all day,

Where they hung the jerk

That invented work

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

 

"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,

The jails are made of tin,

And you can walk right out again

As soon as you are in;

Why, the brakemen have to tip their hats,

And the railroad bulls are blind;

There's a lake of stew

And a gin lake, too;

You can paddle all around them

In a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."


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