Chords for Big Rock Candy Mountain - Sourdough Slim

_ _ Excuse me once again. _
This won't take long this time because I've got a_
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_ _ _ _ What could be simpler than that?
_ Nothing to it.
[G] Here it is, by request [N] from my friend Curtis.
The Big Rock Candy Mountain.
I sang [F#] this one to his mother _
[D] several _ [F#] weeks ago when I was up in Mount Angel, [D] Oregon.
_ _ _ [G] She was [Bm] shouting it out from the audience, who [D] later told me that her son [C#] had heard it.
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_ [A] One [E] evening when the sun went down and [A] the jungle fire was a-burning,
down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said,
Boys, I ain't turning.
I'm [D] going to a [A] land that's far away,
[B] beside the crystal [A] fountain.
So come with me and we'll all go and see
the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
There's a [D] few in the Big Rock Candy Mountain, in a [B] land that's fair and [D] bright,
where the handouts go and the bushes spread, and you sleep out [A] every night.
[E] Locked cars are empty and the sun shines every day.
A buzzing of the bees in the peppermint trees, a lemonade spring where the [A] bluebirds sing,
in the Big Rock [D] Candy Mountain.
A diddly [F#m] diddly do.
A [E] diddly diddly do.
_ A diddly diddly do.
A [A] diddly diddly do.
A diddly [D] diddly do.
_ [F#m] That's hobo style yodeling.
Very rare.
_ _ _ In the Big Rock Candy Mountain, [Bm] all the cops have [D] wooden legs.
[G] And the bulldogs [E] all have rooter teeth, [E] and the hens lay [A] soft, bold legs.
[D] The palm trees are full of fruit, [G] and the barns are full of hay.
I'm bound to go where there ain't [D] a snowdust.
The rain don't fall [F#m] and the wind don't blow in [A] the big rock [D] candy mountains.
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ In _
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[D] _ _ [D] the big rock candy mountains,
[Bm] you never have to [D] change your socks.
[G] little old streams of [A] what do you think come trickling down the rocks
[D] right boom they all tip their [Bm] hats and the railroad [E] bulls are blind there's a lake stew
and a buttermilk tootie you paddle around them in a big [A] canoe in a big rock [D] candy _ _
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In [E] the big rock candy mountains, all the jails are made of tin.
[G] You can walk [A] right out again [B] about as soon as your [A] foot in.
_ [E] Ain't got no short-handed shovels, no axe, [D] no picks or saws.
I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow.
The rain don't fall, the wind don't blow [A] in the big rock [D] candy mountains. _
[A] And then all of a sudden an amazing thing happened.
I can hardly believe it myself.
[D] The entire audience of the cowboy campfire was so moved by the hobo style of yodeling
they thought, gosh, wouldn't it [F#m] be great if we all joined in to sourdough slam with a
fine [E] hobo yodel on a night that means. _ _ _ _ _ _
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