Big Rock Candy Mountain

C
One evening as the sun went down
      G              C
And the jungle fire was burning,
C
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
              G          C
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
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I'm headed for a land that's far away
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Besides the crystal fountains
C
So come with me, we'll go and see
        G     C
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
 C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
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There's a land that's fair and bright,
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Where the handouts grow on bushes
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And you sleep out every night
C
Where the boxcars all are empty
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And the sun shines every day
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On the birds and the bees
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And the cigarette trees
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The lemonade springs
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Where the bluebird sings
G                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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

C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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You never change your socks
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And the little streams of alcohol
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Come trickling down the rocks
C
The brakemen have to tip their hats
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And the railroad bulls are blind
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There's a lake of stew
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And of whiskey, too
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You can paddle all around 'em
F/C       C
In a big canoe
G                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
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The jails are made of tin
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And you can walk right out again,
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As soon as you are in
C
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
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No axes, saws or picks,
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I'ma goin' to stay
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Where you sleep all day,
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Where they hung the Turk
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That invented work
G                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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I'll see you all this coming Fall
G                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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