Big Rock Candy Mountains Tabulatur von Soggy Bottom Boys (für Baryton)

Big Rock Candy Mountains

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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.
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I'm headed for a land that's far a-way be-side the crystal fountains.
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So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 
 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, There's a land that's fair and bright,    
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Where the hand-outs grow on bushes and you sleep out every night. 
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Where the box-cars all are empty and the sun shines every-day. 
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On the birds and the bees, and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs,  
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where the blue bird sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.  
 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs  
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and the bull-dogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
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The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay.
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the wind don't blow in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.    
 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, You never change your socks,  
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and the little streams of alcohol come a trickling down the rocks. 
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The brakemen have to tip their hats and the rail-road bulls are blind. 
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There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too, you can paddle all round 'em 
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in a big canoe in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.              
 
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the jails are made of tin. 
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And you can walk right out again, as soon as you are in. 
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There ain't no short-handled shovels. No axes, saws or picks 
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I'm gonna stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the jerk  
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who invented work in the Big Rock Candy Mountains     
   
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I'll see you all this coming fall, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.