American Favorite Ballads, Vol. 1 Lyrics

By the soda-water fountain Where lemonade springs, where the blue-bird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain you never change 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 ginger ale too. ................
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