D One evening A7 as the D sun went A7 down And the D jungle A7 fires were D burning
D Down the track came a A7 hobo D hamming, And A7 he said, D "Boys A7 I'm not D turning.
D I'm G headed for D a land that's G far D away G Beside the D crystal A fountains.
A I'll D see you A7 all this D coming A7 fall In the D Big Rock A7 Candy D Mountain.

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1) In the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a land that's fair and bright,
2) In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, All the cops have wooden legs,
3) In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, You never change your socks,
4) In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, The jails are made of tin,

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1) Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night,
2) And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
3) And little streams of alkyhol Come trickling down the rocks.
4) And you can bust right out again, As soon as they put you in.

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1) Where the boxcars are all empty, And the sun shines every day
2) The farmer's trees are full of fruit And the barns are full of hay.
3) The shacks all have to tip their hats And the railroad bulls are blind,
4) There ain't no shorthandled shovels No axes, saws or picks-

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1) Over the birds and the bees And the cigarette trees, The rock rye springs Where the whang doodle sings
2) O I'm bound to go, where there ain't no snow, Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow
3) There's a lake of stew and whiskey, too, And you can paddle all around in a big canoe
4) I'm a-going to stay, where you sleep all day Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil

D In the A7 Big Rock Candy D Mountains.

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