Barack's Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down
And the California fires were burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking.
He said "Boys I'm not turning;
I'm heading for a land that's far away
Beside that crystal fountain.
I'll see you all this coming fall
In Barack's Candy Mountains,
It's a land that's fair and bright
The handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out ev'ry night;
The box-cars are all empty
And the sun shines ev'ry day
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the wind don't blow,
In Barack's Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
By the soda water fountains,
By the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In Barack's Candy Mountain.

In Barack's Candy Mountains
You never change your socks,
Little streams of alky-hol
Comes trickling down the rocks.
Oh the shacks all have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind,
There's a lake of stew and whiskey too,
And you can paddle all around it
In a big Canoe.
In Barack's Candy Mountain.

Oh the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
By the soda water fountains,
By the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In Barack's Candy Mountain.

In Barack's Candy Mountains
The cops have wooden legs,
The pit-bulls all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
The box-cars all are empty
And the sun shines ev'ry day
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall
And the wind don't blow,
In Barack's Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzing of the bees in the cigarettes trees,
By the soda water fountains,
By the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In Barack's Candy Mountain.

In Barack's Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin,
You can slip right out again
As soon as they put you in.
There ain't no short handled shovels,
For any shovel-ready jobs.
I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day.
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work,
In Barack's Candy Mountain.