Chords for Big Rock Candy Mountains (Banjo)
Tempo:
95.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
Cm
C
Gm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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[Eb] [G]
And he said, boys, I'm not turning.
a land that's far [Cm] away.
with me, we'll go and see Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] there's a land that's [G] fair and bright.
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you [Gm] sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty, [Cm] and the sun shines [G] every day.
All the birds and the bees, and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs,
And he said, boys, I'm not turning.
a land that's far [Cm] away.
with me, we'll go and see Big Rock Candy Mountain.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] there's a land that's [G] fair and bright.
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you [Gm] sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty, [Cm] and the sun shines [G] every day.
All the birds and the bees, and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs,
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ And he _ _ said, boys, I'm not turning.
No, I'm heading for a land that's far [Cm] away.
Inside the [G] crystal fountain.
So come with me, we'll go and see Big Rock Candy Mountain. _
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] there's a land that's [G] fair and bright.
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you [Gm] sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty, [Cm] and the sun shines [G] every day.
All the birds and the bees, and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs,
and the bluebird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
_ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [C] all the cops have wooden [G] legs.
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
The farmer's trees are full of fruit, [C] and the barns are full [G] of hay.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the wind won't blow,
_ in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [C] you never [G] change your socks.
[Cm] And the little streams [G] of alcohol come trickling down the rocks.
The brakemen have to tip their hats, [C] and the railway bulls [G] are blind.
There's a lake of stew and a whiskey too.
You can paddle all around and meet a big canoe in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
_ _ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] all the jails are made [G] of tin.
And you can walk right out again [D] as soon as you [G] are in.
And there ain't no short-handled shovels, no [Cm] axes or other [G] picks.
I'm going to stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk that invented work
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ See you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And he _ _ said, boys, I'm not turning.
No, I'm heading for a land that's far [Cm] away.
Inside the [G] crystal fountain.
So come with me, we'll go and see Big Rock Candy Mountain. _
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] there's a land that's [G] fair and bright.
Where the handouts grow on bushes, and you [Gm] sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty, [Cm] and the sun shines [G] every day.
All the birds and the bees, and the cigarette trees, and the lemonade springs,
and the bluebird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
_ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [C] all the cops have wooden [G] legs.
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft boiled eggs.
The farmer's trees are full of fruit, [C] and the barns are full [G] of hay.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the wind won't blow,
_ in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _ _ _
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [C] you never [G] change your socks.
[Cm] And the little streams [G] of alcohol come trickling down the rocks.
The brakemen have to tip their hats, [C] and the railway bulls [G] are blind.
There's a lake of stew and a whiskey too.
You can paddle all around and meet a big canoe in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
_ _ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, [Cm] all the jails are made [G] of tin.
And you can walk right out again [D] as soon as you [G] are in.
And there ain't no short-handled shovels, no [Cm] axes or other [G] picks.
I'm going to stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk that invented work
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ See you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ [Cm] _