Hi, Denver,
I just happen to have that by Burl Ives on a 78-rpm record. Here are the words:

CHORUS: Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees,
The soda-water fountain,
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

On a summer's day, the month of May,
A burly bum come a-hikin'
Down a shady lane near the sugar cane.
He was lookin' for his likin'.
As he strolled along, he sung a song
Of a land of milk and honey,
Where a bum can stay for many a day
And he won't need any money.

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


That's it!