Harry McClintock, but I learned it from Burl Ives and the Fred Kirby show...
Burl Ives:
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
On a summer's day
In the month of May
A burly bum come a hiking
Down a shady lane
Near the sugar cane
He was looking for his liking
As he strolled along
He sung 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
Oh... the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In that 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 farmer's 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 Rock Candy Mountain
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh the buzzin' of the bees
And the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain
Where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings
In that Big Rock Candy Mountain
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Harry McClintock:
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire were burning
Down the track came a hobo hikin'
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 handouts 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 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 or 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
I'll see you all this comin' Fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains