Roger Whittaker - Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics
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Big Rock Candy Mountain
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What Are The Lyrics For Big Rock Candy Mountain By Roger Whittaker?
Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain. On a summer's day, in the month of May A billy-bum come hikin' Down a shady lane near the sugar cane He was lookin' for his liklin' As he strolled along he sung a song Of the land of milk and honey Where a bum can stay for many a day And he won't need any money. Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain The cops have wooden legs The bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs The farmers' trees are full of fruit The barns are full of hay I want to go where there ain't no snow Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow In that Big Rock Candy Mountain. Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In that Big Rock Candy Mountain. Oh, the buzzin' of the bees and the cigarette trees The soda water fountain Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. |
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