Rock Candy Mountain

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City/Town: Harrison
Location Class: Hotel/MotelAmusement
Year Built: 1987
Year Abandoned: 1993
Status: Abandoned
Photographer: Eddy Sisson

A patch from the Rock Candy Mountain Resort

Rock Candy Mountain Resort was established in 1987 by a man named Mr. Nations and had been a booming business before, when Dogpatch USA was up and running. Dogpatch employees and touring performers often stayed here.

After Mr. Nations was accidentally killed in car wreck, his family sold it to Robin Bellach. It was then bought by the Richard (Woody) King signed by Rose Manno. He didn’t make payments, so the current owner is Rose Manno; she is now 83 and in a nursing home in Harrison.

The property is and has been and cared for by trusted friends for the past 15 years.

Note: “‘Big Rock Candy Mountain’ was a folk song first recorded by Harry McClintock in 1928 about a hobo’s idea of paradise. It is a place where “hens lay soft boiled eggs” and there are “cigarette trees.” McClintock claimed to have written the song in 1895, based on tales from his youth hoboing through the United States, but some believe that at least aspects of the song have existed for far longer.”

One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire was burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning
I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There’s a land that’s fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey, too
You can paddle all around ’em
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in
There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws or picks,
I’ma goin’ to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the Turk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming Fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains”
Songwriters: Harry Mcclintock / Sterling Sherwin

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