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Big Rock Candy Mountain   traditional (version taken from Harry McClintock )
 

C                                                                          F                        C 
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning,
F                                       C                                F                                  C 
Down the track came a hobo hikin', and he said, "Boys, I'm not turning.
F                             C                 F       C             F                  G7
I'm headed for a land that's far a way, Beside the crystal fountains,
C                                                                    G7                         C
So come with me, we'll go and see, The Big Rock  Candy Mountains

 

C                                                                          F                               C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a land that's fair and bright,
                    F                               C                            F                       G7
Where the handouts grow on bushes, And you sleep out every night,
                   C                                                     F                           C
Where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines every day,
             F                     C                       F              C
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
         F               C                                 F             C                   G7                        C
The lemonade springs,  where the bluebird sings, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains


C                                                                    F                                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs,
               F                            C                                    F                                 G7
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, And the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
         C                                                               F                           C
The farmers' trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay.
              F               C                           F            C
Oh, I'm bound to go  where there ain't no snow,
                    F                C                  F                 C                  G 7                      C
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow in the Big Rock Candy mountains

Verse 3:
C                                                                  F                                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains   you never change your socks,
               F                          C                            F                             G7
And the little streams of alcohol    come a-tricklin' down the rocks,
        C                                                                        F                            C
The brakemen have to tip their hats     and the railroad bulls are blind.
                  F           C                      F             C
There's a lake of stew,   and of whiskey too,
               F                  C                         F         C
You can paddle all around 'em In a big ca-noe,
            G7                       C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

 

Verse 4:   
            C                                                        F                           C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,    the jails are made of tin,
        F                               C                         F                         G7
And you can walk right out again,    as soon as you are in.
            C                                                             F                         C
There ain't no short-handled shovels,    no axes, saws, or picks,
            F            C                               F             C
I'm a-going to stay,     where you sleep all day,
                      F              C                       F           C
Where they hung the jerk,     who invented work,
     F            C            F          C                    G7                        C
I'll see you all this coming fall,     In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

 

 

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