In the (D)Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a (G)land that's fair and (D)bright,

Where the (G)handouts grow on (D)bushes

And you (G)sleep out ev'ry (A)night,

Where the (D)boxcars are all empty,

And the (G) sun shines ev'ry (D)day

O the (G)birds and the (D)bees

And the (G)cigarette (D)trees,

The (G)rock rye (D) springs

Where the (G) whang doodle (D) sings

In the (A7)Big Rock Candy (D)Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,

You never change your socks,

And the little streams of alkyhol

Come trickling down the rocks.

The shacks all have to tip their hats

And the railroad bulls are blind,

There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too,

And you can paddle all around in a big canoe

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,

All the cops have wooden legs,

And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth

And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.

The farmer's trees are full of fruit

And the barns are full of hay.

O I'm bound to go, where there ain't no snow,

Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't blow

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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.

There ain't no shorthandled shovels

No axes, saws or picks-

I'm a-going to stay, where you sleep all day

Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.