X:1
T:Big Rock Candy Mountain
C:Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock
S:jaybuckey.com, Tom Skinner
M:4/4
K:G
L:1/4
P:A (Verse 1)
F | "G"G G E D | G G E D/2D/2 | G G "D"A A | "G"B d2
w:1.~One eve-ning as the sun went down, and the jun-gle fire was burn-ing,
D/2D/2 | G G/2G/2 A A | B G2 D/2D/2 | G G "D"A G | "G"B d2
w:Down the track came a ho-bo hik-ing, and he said, "Boys, I'm not turn-ing.
d | "C"e/2e/2 e/2e/2 "G"d d | "C"e e "G"d>d | "C"e d c B | "D7"A D2 z/2
w:I'm head-ed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crys-tal foun-tains.
D/2 | "G"G G E D | G G E z/2 D/2 | G G "D7"A A | "G"B G2 |]
w:So, come with me. We’ll go and see the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tains."
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P:B (Addl. Verses)
B/2A/2 | "G"G G G A | B d2 d/2d/2 | "C"e e g g | "G"d3
w:2.~In the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
d/2d/2 | "C"e e g e | "G"d B2 B/2B/2 | e d c B | "D7"A3
w:where the hand-outs grow on bush-es, and you sleep out ev-'ry night,
A/2A/2 | "G"G G G A | B d2 d/2d/2 | "C"e e g g | "G"d3
w:where the box-cars all are emp-ty, and the sun shines ev-'ry day
d/2d/2 | "C"e e/2e/2 "G"d d/2d/2 | "C"e/2e/2 e "G"d
w:on the birds and the bees and the cig-a-rette trees,
>d |"C"e e "G"d d/2d/2 | "C"e e "G"d
w:the lemo-nade springs where the blue-bird sings,
B/2c/2 | "D7"d d A c | "G"B G3 |]
w:in the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tains.

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X: 2
T:Big Rock Candy Mountain
C:Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock
S:jaybuckey.com, Tom Skinner
M:4/4
K:F
L:1/4
P:A (Verse 1)
E | "F"F F D C | F F D C/2C/2 | F F "C"G G | "F"A c2
w:1.~One eve-ning as the sun went down, and the jun-gle fire was burn-ing,
C/2C/2 | F F/2F/2 G G | A F2 C/2C/2 | F F "C"G F | "F"A c2
w:Down the track came a ho-bo hik-ing, and he said, "Boys, I'm not turn-ing.
c | "Bb"d/2d/2 d/2d/2 "F"c c | "Bb"d d "F"c>c | "Bb"d c B A | "C7"G C2 z/2
w:I'm head-ed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crys-tal foun-tain.
C/2 | "F"F F D C | F F D z/2 C/2 | F F "C7"G G | "F"A F2 |]
w:So, come with me. We’ll go and see the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tain."
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P:B (Addl. Verses)
A/2G/2 | "F"F F F G | A c2 c/2c/2 | "Bb"d d f f | "F"c3
w:In the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tain, it's a land that's fair and bright,
c/2c/2 | "Bb"d d f d | "F"c A2 A/2A/2 | d c B A | "C7"G3
w:where the hand-outs grow on bush-es, and you sleep out ev-'ry night,
G/2G/2 | "F"F F F G | A c2 c/2c/2 | "Bb"d d f f | "F"c3
w:where the box-cars all are emp-ty, and the sun shines ev-'ry day,
c/2c/2 | "Bb"d d/2d/2 "F"c c/2c/2 | "Bb"d/2d/2 d "F"c
w:on the birds and the bees and the cig-a-rette trees,
>c |"Bb"d d "F"c c/2c/2 | "Bb"d d "F"c
w:the lemo-nade springs where the blue-bird sings,
A/2B/2 | "C7"c c G B | "F"A F3 |]
w:In the Big Rock Cand-y Moun-tains.

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X: 5
T:Big Rock Candy Mountain (Lyrics)
C:Harry "Haywire Mac" McClintock
S:Tom Skinner
M:4/4
K:G
L:1/4
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W:1. One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fire was burning,
W:Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said, "Boys, I'm not turning.
W:I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountain.
W:So, come with me. We’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."
W:
W:2. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
W:Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out ev'ry night.
W:Where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines ev'ry day.
W:Oh, the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
W:The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
W:In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
W:
W:3. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs,
W:And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
W:The farmer's tree are full or fruit, and the barns are full of hay.
W:Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow,
W:Where the rain don't fall, and the wind don't blow,
W:In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
W:
W:4. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks,
W:And little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks.
W:The brakemen have to tip their hats, and the railroad bulls are blind.
W:There's a lake of stew, and whiskey, too,
W:And you can paddle all around it in a big canoe,
W:In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
W:
W:5. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin,
W:And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in.
W:There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks.
W:Oh, I'm bound to stay where you sleep all day,
W:Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
W:In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
W:
W:(whistle)
W:
W:I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.