Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Big Rock Candy Mountain, artist - Steve Goodman.
Date of issue: 31.12.1984
Song language: English
The Big Rock Candy Mountain |
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burnin' |
Down a track came a hobo hikin' |
He said boys I’m not turnin' |
I’m headed for the land that’s far away beside the crystal fountain |
And I’ll see you all this coming fall in the big rock candy mountains |
In the big rock candy mountains |
There’s a land that’s fair and bright |
The hand-outs grow on bushes |
And you sleep out every night |
The boxcars all are empty |
And the sun shines every day |
I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow |
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow |
In the big rock candy mountains |
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees |
By the soda water fountain |
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings |
In the big rock candy mountains |
In the big rock candy mountains you never wash your socks |
And little streams of alcohol come tricklin' down the rocks |
The boxcars all are empty |
The sun shines every day |
There’s a lake of stew and ginger ale too |
And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe |
In the big rock candy mountains |
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees |
By the soda water fountain |
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings |
In the big rock candy mountains |
In the big rock candy mountains the cops have wooden legs |
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth |
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs |
There’s no short handled shovels |
No axes, saws, or picks |
Well I’m bound to stay where you sleep all day |
Where they hung the jerk who invented work |
In the big rock candy mountains |
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees |
By the soda water fountain |
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings |
In the big rock candy mountains |