Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the depression era, A tale told by hobos to snag young kids to do their begging for them. Tales of lemonade springs and cigarette trees abound. First sung about by Harry McClintock.

Now, It's a Skwatta's version of paradise. It's what keeps punks on the street hopeful.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright.

The handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out everynight.

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