November 12, 2015

Lyrics

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came an Holbo hiking
And he said "boys I'm not turning,
I'm headed for a land that's far away
besides the crystal fountains.
So come with me
We'll go and see
The big rock candy mountains."

In the big rock candy mountains
There's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night
Where the box cars all are empty
and the sun shines every day
all the birds and bee and the cigerette trees
The lemonade springs where the blue bird 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
The farmers trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of Alcohol come a'trickling down the rocks
The breakmen have to tip their hats
And the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lack of stew, and of whiskey too,
you can paddle all around them in a big canoe
In the big rock candy mountains

In the big rock candy mountains
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shuvels
No axes, saws or picks
I'm a'gonna stay where you sleep all day,
where they hung the jerk that invented the work
In the big rock candy mountains

I'll see you all this coming fall,
In the big rock candy mountains

Show moreShow less