The Big Rock Candy Mountain

The Big Rock Candy Mountain - Pete Seeger (皮特·西格)

Written By：Fisher David

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 the crystal fountains

I'll see you all this coming fall

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a land that's fair and bright

Handouts grow on bushes

And you sleep out every night

Where the boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

Oh I'm bound to go

Where there ain't no snow

Where the rain don't fall

The winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

By the sort of water of the fountain

By 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

The brakemen have to tip their hats

And the railway bulls are blind

There's a lake of stew

And of whiskey too

You can paddle all around it

In a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

By the sort of water of the fountain

By 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

Where the boxcars all are empty

And the sun shines every day

Oh I'm bound to go

Where there ain't no snow

Where the rain don't fall

The winds don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

On the birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

By the sort of water of the fountain

By 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 walk right out again

As soon as 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

The birds and the bees

And the cigarette trees

By the sort of water of the fountain

By the lemonade springs

Where the bluebird sings

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains