The Big Rock Candy Mountain

On a summer day in the month of May, a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane, through the sugar cane he was looking for his liking
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day and he won’t need any money

Chorus:

Oh, the buzzin’ of the bees in the peppermint trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day,
       and the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain’t no cops
       and the folks are tenderhearted
Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks
        and your hair is never parted

On a run came a farmer and his son, to the hay fields they were bounding
Said the bum to the son, “Why don’t you come
       to that Big Rock Candy Mountain?”
So the very next day they hiked away, all the mile posts they kept counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide in the Big Rock Candy Mountain

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