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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright 
Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night 
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day 
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees 
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings 
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 
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow 
Where the rain don't fall, 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 alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks 
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind 
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too 
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoo 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains  

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin 
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in 
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks 
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day 
Where they hung the jerk that invented work 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains  

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains