| Tabbed By: ampr8slayer |
| Email: ampr8slayer@gmail.com |
| Standard Tuning (e b g d a e) |
| Chords: |
| C | G | F | |
| e|------ | 0---------- | 3---------- | 1---------------------------------------------| |
| B|------1----------0----------1---------------------------------------------| |
| G|------0----------0----------2---------------------------------------------| |
| D|------2----------0----------3---------------------------------------------| |
| A|------3----------2--------------------------------------------------------| |
| E|-----------------3--------------------------------------------------------| |
| The intro goes something like this: |
| e|---------0------------0-----------0---------------------------------------| |
| B|---------1------------1-----------1---------------------------------------| |
| G|---------0------------0-----------0---------------------------------------| |
| D|-------------------------------------------0-----2------------------------| |
| A|-----3-------0-----3-----0-----0--------3-----3-------3-------------------| |
| E|--3-------------3-----------3---------------------------------------------| |
| C | |
| One | evening as the sun went down |
| F | C | |
| And the | jungle fires were | burning, |
| C | |
| Down the | track came a hobo hiking, |
| F | C | |
| And he | said, "Boys, I’m not | turning |
| F | C | F | C | |
| I’m | headed for a | land that’s | far | away |
| C | G |
| Besides the crystal | fountains |
| C | |
| So | come with me, we’ll go and see |
| F | C | |
| The | Big Rock Candy | Mountains |
| C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains, |
| F | C | |
| There’s a | land that’s fair and | bright, |
| F | C | |
| Where the | handouts grow on | bushes |
| G | |
| And you sleep out every | night. |
| C | |
| Where the | boxcars all are empty |
| F | C | |
| And the | sun shines every | day |
| F | C | |
| And the | birds and the | bees |
| F | C | |
| And the | cigarette | trees |
| F | C | |
| The | lemonade | springs |
| F | C | |
| Where the | bluebird | sings |
| G | C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| All the | cops have wooden | legs |
| F | C | |
| And the | bulldogs all have | rubber teeth |
| G | |
| And the hens lay soft-boiled | eggs |
| C | |
| The | farmers’ trees are full of fruit |
| F | C | |
| And the | barns are full of | hay |
| F | C | |
| Oh I’m | bound to | go |
| F | C | |
| Where there | ain’t no | snow |
| F | C | |
| Where the | rain don’t | fall |
| F | C | |
| The | winds don’t | blow |
| G | C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| You | never change your | socks |
| F | C | |
| And the | little streams of | alcohol |
| G | |
| Come trickling down the | rocks |
| C | |
| The | brakemen have to tip their hats |
| F | C | |
| And the | railway bulls are | blind |
| F | C | |
| There’s a | lake of | stew |
| F | C | |
| And of | whiskey | too |
| F | C | |
| You can | paddle all | around it |
| F | C | |
| In a | big | canoe |
| G | C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains |
| C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy Mountains, |
| F | C | |
| The | jails are made of | tin. |
| F | C | |
| And | you can walk right | out again, |
| G | |
| As soon as you are | in. |
| C | |
| There | ain’t no short-handled shovels, |
| F | C | |
| No | axes, saws nor | picks, |
| F | C | |
| I’m | bound to | stay |
| F | C | |
| Where you | sleep all | day, |
| F | C | |
| Where they | hung the | jerk |
| F | C | |
| That | invented | work |
| G | C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains. |
| *same chords for whistling* |
| F | C | F | C | |
| I’ll | see you | all this | coming | fall |
| G | C | |
| In the | Big Rock Candy | Mountains |
| Source: http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/h/harry_mcclintock/big_rock_candy_mountain_crd.htm |