Big Rock Candy Mountain

"Big Rock Candy Mountain", first recorded by Harry McClintock in 1928, is a song about a hobo's idea of paradise, a modern version of the medieval concept of Cockaigne. It is a place where "hens lay soft boiled eggs" and there are "cigarette trees." McClintock claims to have written the song in 1895 based on tales from his misspent youth hoboing through the United States, but some believe the song, or at least aspects of it, have existed for far longer.

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    I’m headed for a land that’s far away
    Beside the crystal fountains.
    So come with me, we’ll go and see
    The Big Rock Candy Mountains.
    —Unknown. The Big Rock Candy Mountains (l. 5–8)

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