Did anybody else out there sing this song as a kid? It had all that stuff about “the boxcars are all empty, and the sun shines every day,” and “they hung the jerk who invented work.”
Big Rock Candy Mountain - attributed to Harry “Haywire Mac” McClintock and made famous by Burl Ives
*1) 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
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade 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 you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade 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 son,
“Why don’t you come
To that big rock candy mountain?”
So the very next day
They hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived
At the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain*
Or here’s another version.
*1) One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I’m not turning
I’m heading for a land that’s far away
Beside the crystal fountain
I’ll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain
- In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
It’s a land that’s fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
The boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the sleet don’t fall
And the winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain
- In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
You never change your socks
And little streams of alkyhol
Come trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And gingerale too
And you can paddle
All around it in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain
- In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the sleet don’t fall
And the winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain
- In the Big Rock Candy Mountain,
The jails are made of tin.
You can slip right out again,
As soon as they put you in.
There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I’m bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Chorus:
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
In the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain*
Jesus Christ, what a long song! I was obviously exposed to a very distilled version. I remember the teacher having to explain the part about the boxcars, seeing as how the tenets of hobo culture aren’t exactly well-known among your basic elementary-schoolers.
Yeah, well. Burl Ives hadda have something to do with his time when he wasn’t playing the jolly snowman on the Rudolph Christmas Special. I guess this was it.
[Hiya Uncle Beer! Thanks for the words!]
My god, I remember singing this song in elementary school and teaching this song in elementary school 20 years later. Of course the ‘cigarette trees’ became ‘candy-floss trees’ and you couldn’t talk about ‘alkyhol’ (forgot how that was changed.) Any idea what year this song was written?
Dunno exactly, probably sometime in the 1930’s, though while McClintock was wandering around trying to be a hobo.
Oh, yeah…Burl Ives…he was the fella who denounced Pete Seeger (and several other folksingers) as Communists before the House Un-American Activities Committee.
Burl Ives. Great guy.