Harry McClintock Big Rock Candy Mountain - big candy mountain mp3 rock

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 a-way
Be-side the crystal fountains.
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountain.

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 ev'ry night,
Where the boxcars all are empty,
And the sun shines ev'ry 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 and 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 a going 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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(перевод с англ. - Быховский Ярослав)

Там, в Карамельных Скалах.

Сидели мы у костерка,
Когда садилось солнце,
А мимо шел один чудак,
Сказал, что не вернется.