John Hartford - Big Rock Candy Mountain Chords

 	  	          Big Rock Candy Mountain
 	      
 	 This was tabbed from the Oh brother where art thou recording
 	 and you have to tune to 450Hz to play with the cd (slightly sharp). 

Intro in C

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One evening as the sun went down, and the jungle fires were 
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burning, down the track came a ho-bo hiking. And he said "Boys I'm not
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turning. I'm headed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crystal
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fountains. So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

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In the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains. There's a land that's fair and bright,   
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Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night.
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Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every-day.
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On the birds and the bees,and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs, 
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where the blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs 
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and the bull-dogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled
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eggs. The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of
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hay. Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the rain don't fall,
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the wind  don't blow in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.   

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. You nev - er change your socks. 
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and the lit-tle streams of al-cohol come a trick-ling down the rocks.
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the rail-road bulls are blind.
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There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too,  you can pad-dle all round'em in a big canoe
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in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains    

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are  made of tin.
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And you can walk right  out again, as soon as you are in.
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There ain't no short-handled shovels. No axes, saws or picks
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I'm gonna stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk 
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who invented work in the Big Rock Can-dy Moun-tains    


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I'll see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Candy Moun-tains.