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K:D BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN (By Harry McClintock, circa 1890) {i}INTRODUCTION (sing once){/i} One [D]evening [A7]as the [D]sun went [A7]down And the [D]jungle [A7]fires were [D]burning, Down the track came a [A7]hobo [D]hiking, And he said, "Boys, [A7]I'm not [D]turning. I'm [G]headed for a [D]land that's [G]far a-[D]way, Be-[G]sides the crystal [A]fountains. So [D]come with [A7]me, we'll [D]go and [A7]see, The [D]Big Rock [A7]Candy [D]Mountains. {i}VERSE{/i} In the [D]Big Rock Candy Mountains, There's a [G]land that's fair and [D]bright, Where the [G]handouts grow on [D]bushes, And you [G]sleep out every [A]night. Where the [D]boxcars all are empty, And the [G]sun shines every [D]day, And the [G]birds and the[D] bees, And the [G]cigarette [D]trees, The [G]lemonade [D]springs, Where the [G]bluebird [D]sings, In the [A7]Big Rock Candy [D]Mountains. In the [D]Big Rock Candy Mountains, All the [G]cops have wooden [D]legs, And the [G]bulldogs all have [D]rubber teeth, And the [G]hens lay soft-boiled [A]eggs. The [D]farmers' trees are full of fruit, And the [G]barns are full of [D]hay. Oh I'm [G]bound to [D]go, Where there [G]ain't no [D]snow, Where the [G]rain don't [D]fall, The [G]winds don't [D]blow, In the [A7]Big Rock Candy [D]Mountains. In the [D]Big Rock Candy Mountains, You [G]never change your [D]socks, And the [G]little streams of [D]alcohol, Come [G]trickling down the [A]rocks. The [D]brakemen have to tip their hats, And the [G]railway bulls are [D]blind. There's a [G]lake of [D]stew, And of [G]whiskey [D]too, You can [G]paddle all a-[D]round it, In a [G]big ca-[D]noe, In the [A7]Big Rock Candy [D]Mountains. In the [D]Big Rock Candy Mountains, The [G]jails are made of [D]tin, And [G]you can walk right [D]out again, As [G]soon as you are [A]in. There [D]ain't no short-handled shovels, No [G]axes, saws nor [D]picks, I'm [G]bound to [D]stay, Where you [G]sleep all [D]day, Where they [G]hung the [D]jerk, That in-[G]vented [D]work, In the [A7]Big Rock Candy [D]Mountains.