Introduction
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   One evening as the sun went down
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   And the jungle fires were burning
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   Down the track came a hobo hiking
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   Said, “Boys I’m not turning.
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   I’m headed for a land that’s far away
      G        Em      A7
   Beside the Crystal Fountain
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   I’ll see you all this coming fall
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   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Verse
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1. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
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   It’s a land that’s far and bright
        G                    D
   The handouts grow on the bushes
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   And you sleep out every night.
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   The boxcars all are empty
            G                D
   And the sun shines every day
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   I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
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   Where the sleet don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
          A7              D
   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Refrain
   A7       D
   Oh, the Buzzin’ of the bees on the cigarette trees
           G           D
   By the soda water fountain
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   By the lemonade springs
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   Where the bluebird sings,
          A7              D
   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
 
2. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
   You never change your socks
   Little streams of alky-hol
   Comes tricklin’ down the rocks
   Oh, the shacks all have to tip their hats
   And the railroad bulls are blind
   There’s a lake of stew and ginger ale too
   And you paddle all round in a big canoe
   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Refrain

3. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
   The cops have wooden legs
   The bulldogs all have rubber teeth
   And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
   The boxcars all are empty
   And the sun shines every day
   I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
   Where the sleet don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain

Refrain

4. In the Big Rock Candy Mountain
   The jails are made of tin
   You can slip right out again
   As soon as they put you in
   There ain’t no short handled shovels
   No axes, saws nor picks
   I’m bound to stay where they sleep all day
   Were the hung the jerk that invented work
   In the Big Rock Candy Mountain.

Refrain