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One evening, as the sun went down 
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And the jungle fires were burning, 
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Down the track came a hobo, hamming, 
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And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning. 
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I'm headed for a land that's far a-way 
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Be-side the crystal fountains. 
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I'll see you all this coming fall 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. 
 
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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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Where the handouts grow on bushes 
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And you sleep out ev'ry night, 
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Where the boxcars are all empty, 
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And the sun shines ev'ry day 
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O the birds and the bees 
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And the cigarette trees, 
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The rock rye springs  
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Where the whang doodle sings 
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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 farmer's trees are full of fruit 
And the barns are full of hay. 
O I'm bound to go, where there ain't no snow, 
Where the sleet 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 alkyhol 
Come trickling down the rocks. 
The shacks all have to tip their hats 
And the railroad bulls are blind, 
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too, 
And you can paddle all around 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 bust right out again, 
As soon as they put you in. 
There ain't no shorthandled shovels 
No axes, saws or picks- 
I'm a-going to stay, where you sleep all day 
Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.