Pete Seeger - The Big Rock Candy Mountain lyrics
[Pete Seeger - The Big Rock Candy Mountain lyrics]
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside that crystal fountain
I'lll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
It's a land that's fair and bright
Handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
The boxcars all are empty
The sun shines every day
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
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
Little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats
The railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and ginger ale, too
You can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The boxcars all are empty
The sun shines every day
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
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
You can slip right out again
As soon as they put you in
There ain't no short handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
Little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats
The railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and ginger ale, too
You can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
And the jungle fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside that crystal fountain
I'lll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
It's a land that's fair and bright
Handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
The boxcars all are empty
The sun shines every day
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
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
Little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats
The railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and ginger ale, too
You can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The boxcars all are empty
The sun shines every day
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
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
You can slip right out again
As soon as they put you in
There ain't no short handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
Little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats
The railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and ginger ale, too
You can paddle all around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
By the soda water fountain
By the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain