Thank you for sharing this. Here are the lyrics, as best I could hear. Feel free to weigh in on corrections, especially where I put question marks :-) One night just as the sun went down, a bunch of bums were gabbin'. They were seated round their jungle fire, ?twas a fast train they did grabbin'? Then old Andy Lang of the Lakeshore Gang said, boys you know I'm countin' Each day and week until I see the Big Rock Candy Mountain. On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, where the skies are always clear, Where the whiskey flows from fountains. If it rains, it rains cold beer. Where the corned beef grows on bushes, where sign poems? welcome here. Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarrette trees, And the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountain. On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, it's the only place I know, Where hotels beg to feed you, and they never take your doe. Then they try to make you live there, 'cause they hate to see you go, And they buy you wine, so you have a gay time, And a little tummy ache, from a nice juicy steak, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain. On a Big Rock Candy Mountain, all the cops have wooden legs, And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay scrambled eggs. All the orchards, they are full of fruit, and the barns are full of hay. Indeed I got to go to the land of snow, where they hung the Turk who invented work, On the Big Rock Candy Mountain. On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, there's a cabaret made for bums, Where you lean on downy pillows, while a hula maiden strums, Where the swell Jane? writes? beside you breaking up a tub of mums, Even thousand dollar bills, up green little hills, And your pokies in a bim? full of diamond pims?, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain. On a Big Rock Candy Mountain, where there ain't much work to do. You'll could sleep and keep all seasons, for no one will bother you. All the folks wear padded slippers, and the sound of soup's? taboo, No knowledge by the law, but the happy bum's store?, Or the bump on the head, as he falls out of bed, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Marvelous to hear this old tune. I was born in 47 and remember hearing this song growing up. Thanks so much for posting.
Same here.
I remember hearing this version. Love it. Thanks for sharing. My folks used to sing this when putting me to bed when I was little.
Thank you for sharing this. Here are the lyrics, as best I could hear. Feel free to weigh in on corrections, especially where I put question marks :-)
One night just as the sun went down, a bunch of bums were gabbin'.
They were seated round their jungle fire, ?twas a fast train they did grabbin'?
Then old Andy Lang of the Lakeshore Gang said, boys you know I'm countin'
Each day and week until I see the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, where the skies are always clear,
Where the whiskey flows from fountains. If it rains, it rains cold beer.
Where the corned beef grows on bushes, where sign poems? welcome here.
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarrette trees,
And the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, it's the only place I know,
Where hotels beg to feed you, and they never take your doe.
Then they try to make you live there, 'cause they hate to see you go,
And they buy you wine, so you have a gay time,
And a little tummy ache, from a nice juicy steak, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On a Big Rock Candy Mountain, all the cops have wooden legs,
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay scrambled eggs.
All the orchards, they are full of fruit, and the barns are full of hay.
Indeed I got to go to the land of snow, where they hung the Turk who invented work,
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On the Big Rock Candy Mountain, there's a cabaret made for bums,
Where you lean on downy pillows, while a hula maiden strums,
Where the swell Jane? writes? beside you breaking up a tub of mums,
Even thousand dollar bills, up green little hills,
And your pokies in a bim? full of diamond pims?, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
On a Big Rock Candy Mountain, where there ain't much work to do.
You'll could sleep and keep all seasons, for no one will bother you.
All the folks wear padded slippers, and the sound of soup's? taboo,
No knowledge by the law, but the happy bum's store?,
Or the bump on the head, as he falls out of bed, on the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Thanks for the lyrics. I think he says five dollar bills, though.
Thank you for this oldie. It's great.
Wow I like this version, thank you for sharing this artifact
O Brother, Where Art Thou 😁
Classic sound with all the scratches
sounds bloody awful fucked up record
Wow thank you so much for uploading this one. I have wanted to hear this record for a long time
No problem, I'm really happy to have stumbled across it!
I have this song on an Edison Amberola sang by Harry McClintock! Must say that this version sounds quite different.
Excellent,Thanks😉
Beautiful version. I was used to burl ives version. But this one is also Beautiful
I like this version
Cute tune 🌹
A place where a Hobo can stay for many a day.
After riding the rods in a snow storm for a few days it’s a welcome sight.
Riding the ,"Rods" along time since I heard this experresion
Wow, way different lyrics!
Thanks. I miss Peter Ostroushko.
Woah since when this youtube video got so popular?
It almost sounds like Bob Dylan could have been influenced by Billy Dalton.
pretty sure this was one of joe hills songs
well he and harry mcclintock, to whom the song this song is usually attributed to, were fri
ends or atleast ran together for a while
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IS this Carson Robison under an alias???
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