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Intro:
DOn a summer's day in the month of May, a A7burly little bum come a-Dhiking, Travelling down that lonesome road a-A7looking for his Dliking. He was A7headed for a land that was Dfar away, beA7side them crystal Dfountains 'I'll see you all this coming fall in the A7Big Rock Candy DMountains.'
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you Gnever change your Dsocks, G D (G) A7 <--the (G) here is optional And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks. The Dbox cars all are empty and the Grailroad bulls are Dblind, There's a Glake of stDew and Gwhisky, Dtoo, You can Gpaddle all arDound them in a Gbig caDnoe In the A7Big Rock Candy DMountains.
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A7O the buzDzing of the bees in the cigarette trees Round the Gsoda-water Dfountains, Where the A7lemonade springs and the blueDbird sings In the A7Big Rock Candy DMountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright, Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night, Where the box cars all are empty, and the sun shines every day, O I'm bound to go, where there ain't no snow, Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. Chorus 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; The farmer's trees are full of fruit, the barns are full of hay, I'm going to stay where you sleep all day, Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil In the Big Rock Candy Mountains Chorus