Name: Big Rock Candy Mountain
Channel: Sung by David Rovics
Description: Free MP3 download! Licensing options are available for this track. "Bum work for bum pay" was once a common virtue (and still is for many good people). When no one wants to pay decently for a decent day's work, laziness becomes a fine art.

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"Bum work for bum pay" was once a common virtue (and still is for many good people). When no one wants to pay decently for a decent day's work, laziness becomes a fine art.

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David Rovics

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Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

Peak #187

Peak in subgenre #23

Author

Sung by David Rovics

Rights

Written by Haywire Mac McClintock

Uploaded

June 14, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 5.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

This is definitely one of my favorite hobo songs. It embraces so many wonderful values that the modern-day labor movement can be found to shun more often than not. "Bum work for bum pay" was once a common virtue (and still is for many good people). When no one wants to pay decently for a decent day's work, laziness becomes a fine art.

Lyrics

(by Haywire Mac McClintock)

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was 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, 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 hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On 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 farmer's 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 canoo
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

I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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