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[Intro] 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---------------------------------------------| [Verse 1]
One evenCing as the sun went down And the jFungle fires were bCurning, Down the tCrack came a hobo hiking, And he sFaid, "Boys, I'm not tuCrning I'm heFaded for a lCand that's fFar awCay BeCsides the crystal fGountains So coCme with me, we'll go and see The BFig Rock Candy MoCuntains
[Verse 2]
In the BCig Rock Candy Mountains, There's a lFand that's fair and bCright, Where the haFndouts grow on bCushes And you slFeep out every nigGht. Where the boCxcars all are empty And the sFun shines every dCay And the bFirds and the bCees And the ciFgarette treCes The lFemonade sprCings Where the blFuebird siCngs In the BGig Rock Candy MoCuntains.
[Verse 3]
In the BCig Rock Candy Mountains All the cFops have wooden lCegs And the bFulldogs all have ruCbber teeth And the heFns lay soft-boiled egGgs The faCrmers' trees are full of fruit And the baFrns are full of hCay Oh I'm bFound to Cgo Where there aFin't no sCnow Where the raFin don't fCall The wFinds don't bClow In the BGig Rock Candy MoCuntains.
[Verse 4]
In the BCig Rock Candy Mountains You neFver change your soCcks And the lFittle streams of alCcohol Come tricFkling down the rocGks The brCakemen have to tip their hats And the raFilway bulls are blCind There's a lFake of sCtew And of whFiskey tCoo You can pFaddle all aCround it In a bFig caCnoe In the BGig Rock Candy MoCuntains
[Verse 5]
In the BCig Rock Candy Mountains, The jFails are made of tCin. And yFou can walk right oCut again, As soFon as you are iGn. There aCin't no short-handled shovels, No aFxes, saws nor piCcks, I'm bFound to sCtay Where you sFleep all dCay, Where they hFung the jCerk That inFvented wCork In the BGig Rock Candy MouCntains.
[Outro]
I'll sFee you aCll this coFming fCall In the BGig Rock Candy MoCuntains