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

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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

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