Thing                                                                                           One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
                                    Thing                                                                                         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 beside the crystal fountains
                        Thing                                                                                       [bad word] 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 are all empty and the sun shines every day

                                                                                                                    On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
                                                                                                                             Where 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 [bad word] teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
          The farmer's trees are full of [bad word] 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 and the wind 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 [bad word] a-tricklin' down the rocks
          The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind

                            There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
                            You can paddle all around 'em 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 or picks

                            I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
                            Where they hung the jerk that invented work
                            In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
                                            *Whistling*     
                                                                                         I'll see you all [bad word] fall
                                                                                          In the Big Rock Candy Mountains...

Сидели мы у костерка, 
Когда садилось солнце, 
А мимо шел один чудак, 
Сказал, что не вернется. 
«Я ухожу в далекий край 
Там, где большие ели, 
Пойдем со мной, увидим там 
Скалу Из Карамели. 

Припев: 

Там, в Карамельных Скалах 
Чудес не перечесть, 
Растут там апельсины 
Их нам с тобой не съесть! 
Не надо там работать, 
Лежи и загорай, 
Как птица пой, свой дом построй,