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Roger Whittaker

Big Rock Candy Mountain

 

Big Rock Candy Mountain

(альбом: The Magical World Of Roger Whittaker - 1975)


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 what invented work
In the big rock candy mountains

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