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Big Rock Candy Mountains

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One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fires were
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burning, down the track came a ho-bo hiking. And he said "Boys I'm not
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turning. I'm headed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crystal
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fountains. So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
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In the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains. There's a land that's fair and bright,
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Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night.
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Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every-day.
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On the birds and the bees,and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs,
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where the blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
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and the bull-dogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled
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eggs. The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of
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hay. Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the rain don't fall,
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the wind    don't blow in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. You nev - er change your socks.
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and the lit-tle streams of al-cohol come a trick-ling down the rocks.
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the rail-road bulls are blind.
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There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too,    you can pad-dle all round'em in a big canoe
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in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are    made of tin.
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And you can walk right    out again, as soon as you are in.
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There ain't no short-handled shovels. No axes, saws or picks
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I'm gonna stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk
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who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains
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I'll see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.