One Morning as the sun came up
And the jungle camps were dampened
Up the track came a New York lawyer
He was a business champion
“I’ve found me a land that’s far away
Where no title can be counted.
It’ll all be mine, I’ll lay my claim
On the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”

On my Big Rock Candy Mountains
You can pay by week or night
You can use your credit card
Or a cheque if you can write
Where the railroad bulls are paid real well
To make sure you don’t ride

On the trains that bring my cigarette trees
To the factory where my workers bleed

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On my Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops drive big ol’ tanks
And I can call the National Guard
If my workers sleep too late
All these shiftless idlers
Should profit me or die

I let loose the jerk who invented work
Gave him a gun and I called him “son”

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the hobos tried to fight
But they didn’t have no tools or guns
And right is made by might
I locked them all up in my jail
And gave them work release

Now they slave away for a dollar a day
While I rest at ease with my dollar bill trees

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