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The Big Rock Candy Mountain

Being a bit of Burl Ives and a bit of Harry McClintock and a bit other stuff, sometimes, depending..

One fine day In the month of May
A burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane, through the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking

As he strolled along he sang a song
Of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money

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Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the flowers and the trees, the soda water fountain
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 where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, 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, the barns are full of hay
I want to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain


In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, uou never change your socks
And little streams of alkyhol, come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats, and the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And ginger ale too
And you can paddle
All around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain