Harry Mc Clintock, In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fires were burning, Down the track came a hobo hiking, And he said, Boys, I m not turning I m headed for a land that s far away Besides 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 all are empty And the sun shines every day And the birds and the bees And the cigarett