| C | |
| One | evening as the sun went down |
| F | C | |
| And the j | ungle fire was b | urning |
| F | C | |
| Down the t | rack came a hobo h | iking |
| F | G7 | |
| And he s | aid, "Boys, I'm not t | urning |
| C | |
| I'm h | eaded for a land that's far away |
| F | C | |
| Bes | ides the crystal f | ountains |
| F | C | F | C | |
| So c | ome with m | e, we'll g | o and s | ee |
| G7 | C | |
| The B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains |
| C | |
| "In the B | ig Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| There's a l | and that's fair and br | ight |
| F | C | |
| Where the h | andouts grow on b | ushes |
| F | G7 | |
| And you sl | eep out every n | ight |
| C | |
| Where the b | oxcars all are empty |
| F | C | |
| And the s | un shines every d | ay |
| F | C | |
| On the b | irds and the b | ees |
| F | C | |
| And the c | igarette tr | ees |
| F | C | |
| The l | emonade spr | ings |
| F | C | |
| Where the bl | uebird s | ings |
| G7 | C | |
| In the B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains |
| C | |
| "In the B | ig Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| All the c | ops have wooden l | egs |
| F | C | |
| And the b | ulldogs all have r | ubber teeth |
| F | G7 | |
| And the h | ens lay soft-boiled | eggs |
| C | |
| The f | armers' trees are full of fruit |
| F | C | |
| And the b | arns are full of h | ay |
| F | C | |
| Oh I'm b | ound to g | o |
| F | C | |
| Where there | ain't no sn | ow |
| F | C | |
| Where the r | ain don't f | all |
| F | C | |
| The w | ind don't bl | ow |
| G7 | C | |
| In the B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains |
| C | |
| "In the B | ig Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| You n | ever change your s | ocks |
| F | C | |
| And the l | ittle streams of | alcohol |
| F | G7 | |
| Come tr | ickling down the r | ocks |
| C | |
| The br | akemen have to tip their hats |
| F | C | |
| And the r | ailroad bulls are bl | ind |
| F | C | |
| There's a l | ake of st | ew |
| F | C | |
| And of wh | iskey, t | oo |
| F | C | |
| You can p | addle all ar | ound 'em |
| F | C | |
| In a b | ig can | oe |
| G7 | C | |
| In the B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains |
| C | |
| "In the B | ig Rock Candy Mountains |
| F | C | |
| The j | ails are made of t | in |
| F | C | |
| And y | ou can walk right | out again |
| F | G7 | |
| As s | oon as you are | in |
| C | |
| There | ain't no short-handled shovels |
| F | C | |
| No | axes, saws or p | icks |
| F | C | |
| I'ma g | oin' to st | ay |
| F | C | |
| Where you sl | eep all d | ay |
| F | C | |
| Where they h | ung the T | urk |
| F | C | |
| That inv | ented w | ork |
| G7 | C | |
| In the B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains |
| F | C | |
| "I'll s | ee you all this c | oming fall |
| G7 | C | |
| In the B | ig Rock Candy M | ountains" |
