Chords for Big Rock Candy Mountain
Tempo:
125.9 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
Gm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
You can get its utopia as seen by a hobo.
Those of you who saw the movie know that.
I never learned that version of it until recently,
and I learned it through this show more than anything else.
I learned a version that came out, well,
Haywire MacMcClintMcClint?
Haywire Mac McClint?
Put this together [D] and recorded it around 1927 or 8.
Cleaned it up considerably from its original form,
and it became a bestseller 11 years later in 1939.
One of those odd things.
But the version I learned came in
Everybody's Favorite Salt,
a book that the Amsco Company put out around 1930.
And I'd go over my
I had two aunts who ran a boarding house when I was real small,
[F] obviously a long time ago.
And [B] after dinner, we'd eat there,
the boarders would leave, and then they'd clean up,
and we would sit around and they'd play the piano.
And they would play out of America's favorite songs,
as well as Kimbell's.
And the aunts would sing soprano and alto.
And I would sing along, my dad would sing along,
my mother would sing along, my sister would sing along,
my aunt would play this beat-up old piano.
[G] And they did a different [C] version of it,
so I'm going to combine the two.
It can't get any better in the American [G] dream than this.
[C] On a summer day in the month of May,
Early Buncombe hiking,
He led on down to the shady lane,
He was looking for his lichen.
He roamed along and he sang the song
Of a land [Gm] of milk and honey,
Where [C] a Buncombe can stay for any day,
He don't need any money.
[D] Oh, [G] the buzzing of the bees,
And the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountain,
Lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In the big rock candy mountain.
Here's a map.
In the big rock candy mountain,
You [G] never change your socks,
And the little streams of [Cm] alcohol
[F] Come trickling [G] down the rocks.
The farmer's loft is full of hay,
And [C] his wife wears a satin gown.
Oh, I'm going to go where the rain,
I'm going to go where the rain don't blow,
Where the wind don't blow,
Wait a minute, how does that go?
I'm going to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall,
The wind don't blow,
[G] In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
In the big rock candy mountain.
The hops have wooden [D] legs,
The bulldogs all [C] have rubber teeth,
[F] And the hens lay [G] soft-boiled eggs.
[C]
Lovely thought, ain't it?
There's, uh, there ain't no short-handled shovel,
[D] No axes, hoes, or picks,
But there's a lake [C] of stew and whiskey too,
You [F] can paddle all around in a big canoe,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
[F] The jails are [G] made of tin,
And you can [C] bust right out again,
Just [F] as soon as they put you [G] in.
[C] The brakemen have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind.
I'm going to go where the rain don't fall,
And the wind don't blow,
Where they boiled an oil,
They invented a toil,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
Oh, [Dm] there's, uh, [C] there was a newbies in cigarette trees,
And a sody water fountain,
[Gm] By the lemonade springs [C] where the bluebirds sing,
[G] In the big rock candy [C]
mountain.
But they never [G] arrived,
[C] On the lemonade tide,
To the [D] big rock candy mountain.
Touch of realism overheard some good [A] songs.
[N]
Those of you who saw the movie know that.
I never learned that version of it until recently,
and I learned it through this show more than anything else.
I learned a version that came out, well,
Haywire MacMcClintMcClint?
Haywire Mac McClint?
Put this together [D] and recorded it around 1927 or 8.
Cleaned it up considerably from its original form,
and it became a bestseller 11 years later in 1939.
One of those odd things.
But the version I learned came in
Everybody's Favorite Salt,
a book that the Amsco Company put out around 1930.
And I'd go over my
I had two aunts who ran a boarding house when I was real small,
[F] obviously a long time ago.
And [B] after dinner, we'd eat there,
the boarders would leave, and then they'd clean up,
and we would sit around and they'd play the piano.
And they would play out of America's favorite songs,
as well as Kimbell's.
And the aunts would sing soprano and alto.
And I would sing along, my dad would sing along,
my mother would sing along, my sister would sing along,
my aunt would play this beat-up old piano.
[G] And they did a different [C] version of it,
so I'm going to combine the two.
It can't get any better in the American [G] dream than this.
[C] On a summer day in the month of May,
Early Buncombe hiking,
He led on down to the shady lane,
He was looking for his lichen.
He roamed along and he sang the song
Of a land [Gm] of milk and honey,
Where [C] a Buncombe can stay for any day,
He don't need any money.
[D] Oh, [G] the buzzing of the bees,
And the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountain,
Lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In the big rock candy mountain.
Here's a map.
In the big rock candy mountain,
You [G] never change your socks,
And the little streams of [Cm] alcohol
[F] Come trickling [G] down the rocks.
The farmer's loft is full of hay,
And [C] his wife wears a satin gown.
Oh, I'm going to go where the rain,
I'm going to go where the rain don't blow,
Where the wind don't blow,
Wait a minute, how does that go?
I'm going to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall,
The wind don't blow,
[G] In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
In the big rock candy mountain.
The hops have wooden [D] legs,
The bulldogs all [C] have rubber teeth,
[F] And the hens lay [G] soft-boiled eggs.
[C]
Lovely thought, ain't it?
There's, uh, there ain't no short-handled shovel,
[D] No axes, hoes, or picks,
But there's a lake [C] of stew and whiskey too,
You [F] can paddle all around in a big canoe,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
[F] The jails are [G] made of tin,
And you can [C] bust right out again,
Just [F] as soon as they put you [G] in.
[C] The brakemen have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind.
I'm going to go where the rain don't fall,
And the wind don't blow,
Where they boiled an oil,
They invented a toil,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
Oh, [Dm] there's, uh, [C] there was a newbies in cigarette trees,
And a sody water fountain,
[Gm] By the lemonade springs [C] where the bluebirds sing,
[G] In the big rock candy [C]
mountain.
But they never [G] arrived,
[C] On the lemonade tide,
To the [D] big rock candy mountain.
Touch of realism overheard some good [A] songs.
[N]
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C
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You can get its utopia as seen by a hobo. _
Those of you who saw the movie know that.
I never learned that version of it until recently,
and I learned it through this show more than anything else.
I learned a version that came out, well, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Haywire Mac_McClint_McClint?
Haywire Mac McClint? _ _ _ _
Put this together [D] and recorded it around 1927 or 8.
Cleaned it up considerably from its original form,
and it became a bestseller 11 years later in 1939.
_ One of those odd things.
But _ the version I learned came in _ _
Everybody's Favorite Salt,
a book that the Amsco Company put out around 1930. _
And I'd go over _ my_
I had two aunts who ran a boarding house when I was real small,
[F] _ obviously a long time ago.
_ _ And [B] after dinner, we'd eat there,
the boarders would leave, and then they'd clean up,
and we would sit around and they'd play the piano.
And they would play out of America's favorite songs,
as well as Kimbell's.
And the aunts would sing soprano and alto.
_ And I would sing along, my dad would sing along,
my mother would sing along, my sister would sing along,
my aunt would play this beat-up old piano.
[G] And they did a different [C] version of it,
so I'm going to combine the two.
It can't get any better in the American [G] dream than this.
_ [C] On a summer day in the month of May,
Early Buncombe hiking,
He led on down to the shady lane,
He was looking for his lichen.
He roamed along and he sang the song
Of a land [Gm] of milk and honey,
Where [C] a Buncombe can stay for any day,
He don't need any money.
[D] Oh, [G] the buzzing of the bees,
And the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountain,
_ _ Lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In the big rock candy mountain.
Here's a map.
In the big rock candy mountain,
You [G] never change your socks,
And the little streams of [Cm] alcohol
[F] Come trickling [G] down the rocks.
_ The farmer's loft is full of hay,
And [C] his wife wears a satin gown.
Oh, I'm going to go where the rain,
_ I'm going to go where the rain don't blow,
Where the wind don't blow,
Wait a minute, how does that go?
I'm going to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall,
The wind don't blow,
[G] In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
In the big rock candy mountain. _ _ _
_ The hops have wooden [D] legs, _
_ _ The bulldogs all [C] have rubber teeth,
[F] And the hens lay [G] soft-boiled eggs.
_ [C] _
_ _ Lovely thought, ain't it? _
There's, uh, there ain't no short-handled shovel,
[D] No axes, hoes, or picks,
But there's a lake [C] of stew and whiskey too,
You [F] can paddle all around in a big canoe,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
_ [F] The jails are [G] made of tin,
_ And you can [C] bust right out again,
Just [F] as soon as they put you [G] in. _ _
_ [C] The brakemen have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind.
I'm going to go _ where the rain don't fall,
And the wind don't blow,
Where they boiled an oil,
They invented a toil,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
Oh, [Dm] _ there's, uh, [C] there was a newbies in cigarette trees,
And a sody water fountain,
[Gm] By the lemonade springs [C] where the bluebirds sing,
[G] In the big rock candy _ [C]
mountain.
_ _ But they never [G] arrived,
[C] On the lemonade tide,
To the [D] big rock candy mountain.
_ Touch of realism overheard some good [A] songs.
_ [N] _ _
Those of you who saw the movie know that.
I never learned that version of it until recently,
and I learned it through this show more than anything else.
I learned a version that came out, well, _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Haywire Mac_McClint_McClint?
Haywire Mac McClint? _ _ _ _
Put this together [D] and recorded it around 1927 or 8.
Cleaned it up considerably from its original form,
and it became a bestseller 11 years later in 1939.
_ One of those odd things.
But _ the version I learned came in _ _
Everybody's Favorite Salt,
a book that the Amsco Company put out around 1930. _
And I'd go over _ my_
I had two aunts who ran a boarding house when I was real small,
[F] _ obviously a long time ago.
_ _ And [B] after dinner, we'd eat there,
the boarders would leave, and then they'd clean up,
and we would sit around and they'd play the piano.
And they would play out of America's favorite songs,
as well as Kimbell's.
And the aunts would sing soprano and alto.
_ And I would sing along, my dad would sing along,
my mother would sing along, my sister would sing along,
my aunt would play this beat-up old piano.
[G] And they did a different [C] version of it,
so I'm going to combine the two.
It can't get any better in the American [G] dream than this.
_ [C] On a summer day in the month of May,
Early Buncombe hiking,
He led on down to the shady lane,
He was looking for his lichen.
He roamed along and he sang the song
Of a land [Gm] of milk and honey,
Where [C] a Buncombe can stay for any day,
He don't need any money.
[D] Oh, [G] the buzzing of the bees,
And the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountain,
_ _ Lemonade springs where the bluebird sings,
In the big rock candy mountain.
Here's a map.
In the big rock candy mountain,
You [G] never change your socks,
And the little streams of [Cm] alcohol
[F] Come trickling [G] down the rocks.
_ The farmer's loft is full of hay,
And [C] his wife wears a satin gown.
Oh, I'm going to go where the rain,
_ I'm going to go where the rain don't blow,
Where the wind don't blow,
Wait a minute, how does that go?
I'm going to go where there ain't no snow,
Where the rain don't fall,
The wind don't blow,
[G] In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
In the big rock candy mountain. _ _ _
_ The hops have wooden [D] legs, _
_ _ The bulldogs all [C] have rubber teeth,
[F] And the hens lay [G] soft-boiled eggs.
_ [C] _
_ _ Lovely thought, ain't it? _
There's, uh, there ain't no short-handled shovel,
[D] No axes, hoes, or picks,
But there's a lake [C] of stew and whiskey too,
You [F] can paddle all around in a big canoe,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
In the big rock [C] candy mountain.
_ [F] The jails are [G] made of tin,
_ And you can [C] bust right out again,
Just [F] as soon as they put you [G] in. _ _
_ [C] The brakemen have to tip their hats,
And the railroad bulls are blind.
I'm going to go _ where the rain don't fall,
And the wind don't blow,
Where they boiled an oil,
They invented a toil,
Where they hung the jerk that invented work,
[G] In the big rock candy mountain.
Oh, [Dm] _ there's, uh, [C] there was a newbies in cigarette trees,
And a sody water fountain,
[Gm] By the lemonade springs [C] where the bluebirds sing,
[G] In the big rock candy _ [C]
mountain.
_ _ But they never [G] arrived,
[C] On the lemonade tide,
To the [D] big rock candy mountain.
_ Touch of realism overheard some good [A] songs.
_ [N] _ _