Intro in C 
 
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One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fires were  
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burning, down the track came a ho-bo hiking. And he said "Boys I'm not 
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turning. I'm headed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crystal 
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fountains. So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains." 
 

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In the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains. There's a land that's fair and bright,    
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Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night. 
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Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every-day. 
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On the birds and the bees,and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs,  
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where the blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.  
 

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs  
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and the bull-dogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled 
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eggs. The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of 
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hay. Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the rain don't fall, 
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the wind  don't blow in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.    
 

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. You nev - er change your socks.  
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and the lit-tle streams of al-cohol come a trick-ling down the rocks. 
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the rail-road bulls are blind. 
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There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too,  you can pad-dle all round'em in a big canoe 
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in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains     
 

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are  made of tin. 
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And you can walk right  out again, as soon as you are in. 
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There ain't no short-handled shovels. No axes, saws or picks 
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I'm gonna stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk  
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who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains     
 
 
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I'll see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.