Harry McClintock
Big Rock Candy Mountain

Song : 
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One evening as the sun went down
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And the jungle fires were burning,
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Down the track came a hobo hiking,
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And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
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I'm headed for a land that's far away
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Besides the crystal fountains
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So come with me, we'll go and see
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The Big Rock Candy Mountains

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
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There's a land that's fair and bright,
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Where the handouts grow on bushes
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And you sleep out every night.
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Where the boxcars all are empty
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And the sun shines every day
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And the birds and the bees
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And the cigarette trees
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The lemonade springs
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Where the bluebird sings
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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All the cops have wooden legs
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And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
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And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
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The farmers' trees are full of fruit
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And the barns are full of hay 
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Oh I'm bound to go
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Where there ain't no snow
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Where the rain don't fall
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The winds don't blow
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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You never change your socks
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And the little streams of alcohol
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Come trickling down the rocks
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The brakemen have to tip their hats 
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And the railway bulls are blind
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There's a lake of stew
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And of whiskey too
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You can paddle all around it
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In a big canoe
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
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The jails are made of tin.
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And you can walk right out again,
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As soon as you are in.
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There ain't no short-handled shovels,
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No axes, saws nor picks,
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I'm bound to stay
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Where you sleep all day,
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Where they hung the jerk
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That invented work
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.


Outro
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I'll see you all this coming fall
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains