The Big Rock Candy Mountain

You scratched my hog, neighbor. One even as the sun went

down and the jungle fire was a-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 fountain, so come with

me, we'll go and see the big rock candy mountain."

In the big rock candy mountain. There's a land that's fair and bright.

Bright. Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night.

Every night. Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day.