One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning Down a track came a hobo hiking and he said boys Im not turning Im headed for a land thats far away beside the crystal fountain So come with me and well go see the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain theres a land thats fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out everynight Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun sicknes everyday and the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees the lemonade springs where the bluebirds sing all sorts of different fucking things in the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain all the cops have wooden legs 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 Im bound to go where there aint no snow where the rain dont fall and the wind dont blow where the grass plants grow and the nihilists go in the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain you never change your socks and the little streams of alkyhol come trickling down the rocks The breakmen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind Theres a lake of stew and whisky too, you can paddle all around em in a big canoe You can do whatever you want to do in the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain all the jails are made of tin and you can walk right out again as soon as you are in There no short handled shovels no axes saws or picks Im gonna stay where you sleep all day where they hung the jerk that invented work and Ill see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountain room for all - now fuck off!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
