The Big Rock Candy Mountain

The Big Rock Candy Mountain - Pete Seeger

Written by：Woody Guthrie

One evening as the sun went down

And the jungle fires were burning

Down the track came a hobo hiking

And he said boys I'm not turning

I'm headed for a land that's far away

Besides that crystal fountains

I'll see well this coming fall

And the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a land that's fair and bright

The handouts grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night

The boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

I'm bound to go

Where there ain't no snow

Where the sleeve don't fall

And the winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains oh

The birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

Beside the so lot all the fountains

Beside the lemonade springs

Where the bluebird sings

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

You never change your socks

And the little streams of alcohol

Come trickling down the rocks

Oh the shakes all have to tip their hats

And the railway bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew

And jean jail too

You can paddle all around it

In a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Oh the birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

Beside the so lot all of fountains

Beside 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

The bulldogs all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft boiled eggs

Where the boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

I'm bound to go

Where there ain't no snow

Where the sleeve don't fall

And the winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains oh

The birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

Beside the so lot all the fountains

Beside the lemonade springs

Where the bluebird sings

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The jails are made of tin

You can slept right hard again

As soon as I 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 birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

Beside the so lot all the fountains

Beside the lemonade springs

Where the bluebird sings

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains