One evening as the sun went down   And the jungle fires were burning,   Down the track came a hobo hiking,   And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning   I'm headed for a land that's far away   Besides 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 rain 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   The brakemen have to tip their hats    And the railway 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,   The jails are made of tin.   And you can walk right out again,   As soon as you are in.   There ain't no short-handled shovels,   No axes, saws or picks,   I'ma goin' to stay   Where you sleep all day,   Where they hung the jerk   That invented work   In the Big Rock Candy Mountains      I'll see you all this coming Fall   In the Big Rock Candy Mountains