Big Rock Candy Mountain / Harry McClintock ~ lyrics and guitar chords
Big Rock Candy Mountain
Harry McClintock 

C Thing   F   C
                           C Thing                                                              F           C
                   One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
                                    C Thing                                                    F                   C
                   Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said, "Boys I'm not turning
                         F                   C                 F      C        F            C         G
                   I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
                        C Thing                                                             F        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                                                  G
          Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
                            C                                                F                          C
          Where the boxcars are all 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
                            Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
                                      G                                            C
                            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 farmer's 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 and 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 a-tricklin' 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'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
                            Where they hung the jerk that invented work
                            In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
                                            *Whistling*  C  F C   F C F C

                                 F           C          F          C
                            I'll see you all this coming fall
                                      G                         C
                            In the Big Rock Candy Mountains...
      


  Copyright 2000
  By Harry McClintock (1935)
  O Brother, Where Art Thou?





   Chords:
          C   F   G       C Thing               F   C
      e |-0---1---3--   |--------------------------------
      B |-1---1---0--   |--------------------------------
      G |-0---2---0--   |--------------------------------
      D |-2---3---0--   |-----------------------0---2----
      A |-3---3---2--   |---3-3-0---3-3-0---3-3---3---3--
      E |-----1---3--   |-3-------3-------3--------------







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