Текст песни Big Rock Candy Mountain - Roger Whittaker
One
evening
as
the
sun
went
down
And
the
jungle
fires
were
burning,
Down
the
track
came
a
hobo
hiking,
And
he
said,
"Boys,
I'm
not
turning
I'm
headed
for
a
land
that's
far
away
Besides
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
every
night.
Where
the
boxcars
all
are
empty
And
the
sun
shines
every
day
And
the
birds
and
the
bees
And
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
winds
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
trickling
down
the
rocks
The
brakemen
have
to
tip
their
hats
And
the
railway
bulls
are
blind
There's
a
lake
of
stew
And
of
whiskey
too
You
can
paddle
all
around
it
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
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
Mountains.
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