Big Rock Candy Mountains - Tuesday at 5-01 PM

jaronchilds

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 boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
on the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
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 hard-boiled eggs
Oh the farmer’s trees all full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow, where the rain don’t fall,
and 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 brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
there’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too, you can paddle all around em
in a big canoe, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
you can walk yourself right out again as soon as you are in
there ain’t no kind of shovels, no axes, saw, or picks
I’m going to stay where you sleep all day, where they hang the jerk
that invented work in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

I’ll see you all this coming fall, we’ll hang the jerk who invented work, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.