I'm going to The Big Rock Candy Mountain, won't you join me? (mp3) →[More:]I had a Homer (Simpson) -esque dream about this wonderful place, where every line became visualized. It's good to know my brain is still alive, because I never have dreams like this anymore. I've got tons of work to get done before I go out of town, and I guess my mind figured this was the best escape route possible.
One evening as the sun went down,
And the jungle fire was burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
It's a land that's fair and bright,
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 Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
You never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The breakmen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and whiskey too
You can paddle all around them in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
The jails are made of tin.
You can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm goin' to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the Turk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
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