Archive for the ‘jungle’ Tag

The Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys Im not turning
Im headed for a land that far away beyond the crystal fountain
So come with me and we’ll go and see the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain there’s a land thats fair and bright
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the box cars are all empty and there’s sunshine every day
And the birds, and the bees and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the big rock candy mounain

In the big rock candy mountain all the cops have wooden legs
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 Im bound to go where there aint no snow where they hung the truck
Who invented work in the big rock candy mountain

In the big rock candy mountain you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks
Where the breakmen have to tip their hats and the rail road hulls are behind
There’s the lake of stew and of whikey too
You can baddle all around them in your big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain