O Brother Where Art Thou - Big Candy Rock Mountain(Chords)

	        Artist: Misc Soundtrack 
Song: O Brother Where Art Thou - Big Candy Rock Mountain 


Harry McClintock---In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 
Words and music by Harry 'Haywire Mac' McClintock 

Tabbed by bernard Batrouni from Lebanon 
E-mail:[email protected] 

This song is from the 'o brother where art thou soundtrack' soundtrack 

 

Intro: 
C C 


C 
One evening as the sun went down 
And the jungle fires were burning, 
Down the track came a hobo hiking, 
And he said, 'Boys, I'm not turning 
      F 
I'm headed for a land that's far away 
                       G 
Besides the crystal fountains 
    C 
So come with me, we'll go and see 
              G        C 
The Big Rock Candy Mountains 


C 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, 
           F                     C 
There's a land that's fair and bright, 
            F                C 
Where the handouts grow on bushes 
                          G 
And you sleep out every night. 
            C 
Where the boxcars all are empty 
         F                C 
And the sun shines every day 
         F              C 
And the birds and the bees 
           F        C 
And the cigarette trees 
       F        C 
The lemonade springs 
             F       C 
Where the bluebird sings 
        G                 C 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 


(The next parts go the same as the precedent) 


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 farmers' trees are full of fruit 
And the barns are full of hay  
Oh I'm bound to go 

Where there ain't no snow 
Where the rain don't fall 
The winds don't blow 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 
You never change your socks 
And the little streams of alcohol 
Come trickling down the rocks 
The brakemen have to tip their hats  
And the railway bulls are blind 
There's a lake of stew 
And of whiskey too 
You can paddle all around it 
In a big canoe 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, 
The jails are made of tin. 
And you can walk right out again, 
As soon as you are in. 
There ain't no short-handled shovels, 
No axes, saws nor picks, 
I'm bound to stay 
Where you sleep all day, 
Where they hung the jerk 
That invented work 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 

................ 
I'll see you all this coming fall 
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 



Enjoy!