One even ing
as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were a -burnin'
Along the road come a hobo
And he said, boys, I'm not turnin'
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this comin' fall
On the big rock candy mountain
On the big rock candy mountain,
there's a land that's clear and bright,
where handouts grow on bushes,
so you eat out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty,
and the sun shines every day,
I'm bound to go where
there ain't no snow.
Rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
on the big rock candy mountain.
On the big rock candy mountain,
the cops have wooden legs
Watch dogs all have rubber teeth,
the hens lay hard -boiled eggs
The trees are full of apples,
the barns are full of hay
There's a lake of stew and coffee too
You paddle around in a big canoe
On the big rock candy mountain
On the big rock candy mountain
You never change your socks
Little streams of soda pop
Come a -drinklin' down the rocks
There ain't no shorthand or shovels
No axes, saws, and picks
So I'm going to stay away, sleep all day,
where they boiled and oiled,
the inventor of toil,
on the big rock candy mountain.