On the Big Rock Candy Mountain The cops have wooden legs The bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs (...edit...) On the Big Rock Candy Mountain You never change your socks And little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks I'm bound to go Where the wind don't blow On the big rock Candy Mountain On the big rock Candy Mountain It's a land that's fair and bright Handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night I'm bound to go Where the wind don't blow
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