Although the version in the DT is attributed to McClintock, it doesn't match McClintock's recording. Here's an exact transcription:


THE BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAINS
As recorded by Harry McClintock ("Haywire Mac"), 1928.

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning,
Down the track came a hobo hikin' and he said, "Boys, I'm not turning.
I'm headed for a land that's far away beside 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 ev'ry night,
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines ev'ry day
On the birds and the bees in the cigarette trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs,
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
The farmers' trees are full of fruit, and the barns are full of hay.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks,
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks.
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind.
There's a lake of stew, and of whiskey, too.
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

"In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks.
I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

(Whistle)
"I'll see you all this comin' fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."