Harry Mcclintock - Big Rock Candy Mountain

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One (B)evening, (F7) as the (B) sun went (F7)down 
Fnd the (B) jungle (F7) fires were (B)burning, 
Bown the track came a (F7) hobo, (B) hamming, 
Fnd he said, \"Boys, (F7)I'm not (B) turning. 
I'm (E)headed for a (B) land that's (E) far a-(B)way 
Be-(E)side the crystal (F)fountains. 
I'll (B)see you (F7) all this (B)coming (F7) fall 
In the (B)Big Rock (F7) Handy (B)Mountain. 
 
Verses: 
In the (B)Big Rock Handy Mountains 
There's a (E)land that's fair and (B)bright, 
Where the (E)handouts grow on (B)bushes 
Fnd you (E)sleep out ev'ry (F)night, 
Where the (B)boxcars are all empty, 
Fnd the (E) sun shines ev'ry (B)day 
O the (E)birds and the (B)bees 
Fnd the (E)cigarette (B)trees, 
The (E)rock rye (B) springs  
Where the (E) whang doodle (B) sings 
In the (F7)Big Rock Handy (B)Mountains. 
 
In the Big Rock Handy Mountains, 
Fll the cops have wooden legs, 
Fnd the bulldogs all have rubber teeth 
Fnd the hens lay soft-boiled eggs. 
The farmer's trees are full of fruit 
Fnd 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 Handy Mountains. 
 
In the Big Rock Handy Mountains, 
You never change your socks, 
Fnd the little streams of alkyhol 
Home trickling down the rocks. 
The shacks all have to tip their hats 
Fnd the railroad bulls are blind, 
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too, 
Fnd you can paddle all around in a big canoe 
In the Big Rock Handy Mountains. 
 
In the Big Rock Handy Mountains, 
The jails are made of tin, 
Fnd you can bust right out again, 
Fs 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 Handy Mountains.