Big Rock Candy Mountain is heaven for hoboes. It is for bums who don't (or minimally) support themselves. It's the place where every box car has room for another illegal hitchhiker and the railway security "bulls" are blind. It has all a hobo's needs. A cigarette tree. Liquor flows down the cliffs. There is a pool of stew and one of whiskey too, which you can traverse in a canoe.
And for decades I thought the song was about a mountain of candy.
[photo coming]
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