Catherine Britt - Big Rock Candy Mountains guitar chord

Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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One evening as the sun went down,

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and the jungle fires were burning,

Down the track came a ho-bo hiking.

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He said "Boys I'm not turning.

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I'm head-ed for a land that's

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far away beside the crystal fountains.

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So come with me we’ll go and see

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the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a

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land that’s fair and bright, where the hand-

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Outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night.

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Where the box-cars all are empty and

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The sun shines every day. Oh the birds and the bees

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and the Cigarette trees, the lemonade springs where the

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blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the big Rock Candy Mountains.

All the cops have wooden legs

and the bull-dogs 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 aint no snow,

where the rain don’t fall

and the wind don’t blow

in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

The Big Rock Candy Mountains.

You never change your socks.

And the little streams of alcohol

come a trickling down the rocks.

The brake men have to tip their hats

and the rail road bulls are blind.

There's a lake of stew and whiskey too,

you can paddle round in a Big canoe

in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The Big Rock Candy Mountains.

The jails are made of tin.

And you can walk right out again

just as soon as you’re put in.

There aint no short-handled shovels.

No axes, saws or picks.

I'm going to stay where you sleep all day,

where they hung the jerk who invented work

in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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I’ll see you all this coming fall in the big rock candy

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mountains.