Collected by Marvin Wallace For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Buck Buttery Lincoln, Arkansas August 19, 1958
Reel 281, Item 22
Big Rock Candy Mountain
One evening as the sun went down And the jungle fires were burning,
This bum come a-tramping;
Said, Boys, I’m never returning.
I'm going to a land that's far away Beneath a crystal fountain.
Come, go with me and you will see The big rock candy mountain.
On the big rock candy mountain The speed cops are all blind.
They ride old lazy donkeys;
You leave them far behind.
They give away Fords in every town And fill them up with gas.
You can give 'er the gun And listen to the hum,
And, boy, oh boy, I'll say they'll run In the big rock candy mountain.
In the big rock candy mountain You never take a bath.
Even if you wanted to
The people there would laugh.
You wear your clothes until you're old And never change a sock.
There are whiskey springs That will make you sing.
Nobody cares how loud you sing In the old rock candy mountain.
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