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 Big Rock Candy Mountains
 By John Hartford ,  John passed away in 2002 after a long fight with cancer.

1st
One (G)evening when as the sun went down, and the jungle (D)fires were a
(G)burning, down the track came a ho-bo hiking. And he said "Boys(D) I'm not
(G)turning. I'm head(C)-ed for a (G)land that's (C)far a-way(G) be-si(C)de the crystal
(D)fountains. I'll (G)see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Can(D)dy Moun(G)-tains.

(Chorus)
Oh the bussing(C) of the bees and the(C)cigarette (G)trees, By the soda water fountains, by
the (C)lemon aid spr(G)ings, where the blue bird(C) sing (G)in the Bi(D)g Rock Candy Mountains. 
(Instrumental)

2nd
In the B(G)ig Rock Can-dy Moun-tains. It's a (C)land that's fair and br(G)ight,   
The hand(C)-outs grow on bushe(G)s and you sleep out every night.
The b(G)ox-cars all are empty and the(C) sun shines every(G) day.
I'm (G)bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the sleet don't(D) full and the
wind(G) don't blow in the Big Rock Ca(D)ndy (G)Moun-tains.   (Chorus) 

3rd
In the(G) Bite Rock Candy Mountain. You nev - er  (D)change  your(G) socks. 
lit-tle streams of al-cohol come a trick-ling (D) down the (G)rocks.
The (C)chaps all (G)have to tip their(C) hats(G) and the (C)rail-road bulls are (D) blind.
There's a (G)lake of stew and ginger ale too,  you can pad-dle (D)round in a big(G) canoe
in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains    (Chorus)

4th
In the (G)Big Rock Candy Mountain.  The jails  are  made(D) of (G) tin.
You can slip right  out a - gain, as soon as your they (D)put you (G)in.
There (C)ain't no  (G)short-handled (C)shovels (G). No axes(C), saws or (D)picks
I'm (G)bound to stay where you sleep all day, where they hung(D) the jerk 
(G)who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains    (Chorus)

(Optional as 3rd add-on)
The(G) Big Rock Candy Mountains.  All the cops have wood(D)- en(G)legs 
and the bull-dogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay sof (D)t-boiled
(G)eggs. The farm(C)er's tree(G)s are full of(C) fruit(G) and the (C)barns are full of
(D)hay. Oh, I'm (G)bound to stay where you sleep all day, where they hung(D) the jerk 
(G)who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains    (Chorus)

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