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.

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

and the soda water fountain,

at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings

on 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 tender-hearted

where you never change your socks and rocks

and your hair is never parted.

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

and the soda water fountain,

at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings

on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run

to the hay field they were bounding.

Said the bum to the sun: "Why don't you come

to that Big Rock Candy Mountain?"

So the very next day they hiked away

to the mile post they kept counting

but they never arrived at the lemonade tide

on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees

and the soda water fountain,

at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings

on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Dieses Lied entstand etwa um 1900.

Es besingt das "Schlaraffenland" in amerikanischer Vorstellung.