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    Sons Of The Pioneers / Lyrics

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    "Big Rock Candy Mountain" Lyrics

    Sons Of The Pioneers feat. Roy Rogers

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    One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
    Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
    I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
    So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    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 are all empty and the sun shines every day
    On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
    Where 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 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 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-tricklin' 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
    And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
    There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
    I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
    Where they hung the jerk that invented work
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains
    This song was submitted on November 26th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Harry Mcclintock, Harry Kirby Mcclintock.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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