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 ya sleep all day,

Where they hung the jerk who invented work

In the big rock candy mountains.



I'll see you all this comin' fall in the big rock candy mountains.