| One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burnin'
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| Down a track came a hobo hikin'
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| He said boys I’m not turnin'
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| I’m headed for the land that’s far away beside the crystal fountain
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| And I’ll see you all this coming fall in the big rock candy mountains
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| There’s a land that’s fair and bright
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| The hand-outs grow on bushes
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| And you sleep out every night
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| The boxcars all are empty
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| And the sun shines every day
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| 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
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
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| By the soda water fountain
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| Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| In the big rock candy mountains you never wash your socks
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| And little streams of alcohol come tricklin' down the rocks
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| The boxcars all are empty
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| The sun shines every day
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| There’s a lake of stew and ginger ale too
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| And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
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| By the soda water fountain
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| Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| In the big rock candy mountains the cops have wooden legs
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| The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
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| And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
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| There’s no short handled shovels
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| No axes, saws, or picks
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| Well I’m bound to stay where you sleep all day
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| Where they hung the jerk who invented work
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| In the big rock candy mountains
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| Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
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| By the soda water fountain
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| Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
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| In the big rock candy mountains |