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"Big Rock Candy Mountain"
Originally recorded in 1928 by Harry McClintock
#1 on the Billboard Country Charts in 1939
Lyrics:
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
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.....
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Originally recorded in 1928 by Harry McClintock
#1 on the Billboard Country Charts in 1939
Lyrics:
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
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.....
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
"Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad"
Recorded in 1933 by Cliff Carlisle
Lyrics:
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
These two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
These two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
But ten-dollar shoes fit them neat, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
Recorded in 1933 by Cliff Carlisle
Lyrics:
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue
I'm cold, lonely and I'm blue, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
These two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
These two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
But ten-dollar shoes fit them neat, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, lord lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
"Sunny Cal"
Recorded by Jack Bryant in 1940
Lyrics:
Of old Sunny Cal
The place where it never rains
They say it don't know how.
They say, "Come on, you Okies,
Work is easy found
Bring along your cotton pack
You can pick the whole year round.
Get your money ever' night
Spread your blanket on the ground
It' s always bright and warm
You can sleep right on the ground."
But listen to me Okies
I came out here one day
Spent all my money getting here
Now I can't get away.
Recorded by Jack Bryant in 1940
Lyrics:
Of old Sunny Cal
The place where it never rains
They say it don't know how.
They say, "Come on, you Okies,
Work is easy found
Bring along your cotton pack
You can pick the whole year round.
Get your money ever' night
Spread your blanket on the ground
It' s always bright and warm
You can sleep right on the ground."
But listen to me Okies
I came out here one day
Spent all my money getting here
Now I can't get away.