D5 A5 D5 A5 One evening, as the sun went down D5 A5 D5 And the jungle fires were burning, A5 D5 Down the track came a hobo, hamming, A5 D5 And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning. G5 D5 G5 D5 I'm headed for a land that's far a-way G5 A5 Be-side the crystal fountains. D5 A5 D5 A5 I'll see you all this coming fall D5 A5 D5 In the Big Rock Candy Mountain. Verses: D5 In the Big Rock Candy Mountains G5 D5 There's a land that's fair and bright, G5 D5 Where the handouts grow on bushes G5 A5 And you sleep out ev'ry night, D5 Where the boxcars are all empty, G5 D5 And the sun shines ev'ry day G5 D5 O the birds and the bees G5 D5 And the cigarette trees, G5 D5 The rock rye springs G5 D5 Where the whang doodle sings A5 D5 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. O 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 Mountains. In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, You never change your socks, And the little streams of alkyhol Come trickling down the rocks. The shacks all have to tip their hats And the railroad bulls are blind, There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too, And you can paddle all around 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 bust right out again, As soon as they put you in. There ain't no shorthandled shovels No axes, saws or picks- I'm a-going to stay, where you sleep all day Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
