On a summer's day in the month of May a burly bum come a-hiking
Down the shady lane the drifter came and looking for his liking
As he roamed along he hummed a song "The land of milk and honey"
Where a bum can stay for many a day and he won't need any money
Oh the buzzing of the bees
And the cigarette trees
And the thorny water fountain
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
There's a lake of gin you can all jump in
And the handouts grow in bunches
In the new mown hay you can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops
And the folks are tender hearted
In each little puff with his pocket full of rocks
And you know that's where he started
Oh the buzzing of the bees
And the cigarette trees
And the thorny water fountain
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
All ahead of the run came the fireman's son through the hayfield he was a-bounding
Said the bum to the son "why don't you come to the Big Rock Candy Mountain?"
So the very next day the I fill way and the milestones they kept pounding
But they never arrived at the lemonade guy at the Big Rock Candy Mountain
Oh the buzzing of the bees
And the cigarette trees
And the thorny water fountain
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountain