The intro goes something like this: 
 
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         C                 
One evening as the sun went down 
          F                 C
And the jungle fires were burning, 
           C
Down the track came a hobo hiking, 
         F                     C
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning 
       F           C           F    C
I'm headed for a land that's far away 
   C                  G
Besides the crystal fountains 
      C
So come with me, we'll go and see 
      F               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. 
 
         C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 
          F                C
All the cops have wooden legs 
          F                  C
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth 
                               G
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs 
       C
The farmers' trees are full of fruit 
           F                C
And the barns are full of hay  
         F       C
Oh I'm bound to go 
              F        C
Where there ain't no snow 
             F         C
Where the rain don't fall 
      F           C
The winds don't blow 
         G               C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 
 
         C      
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 
       F                 C
You never change your socks 
          F                  C
And the little streams of alcohol 
                           G
Come trickling down the rocks 
       C                        
The brakemen have to tip their hats  
           F                 C
And the railway bulls are blind 
            F       C
There's a lake of stew 
          F      C
And of whiskey too 
          F          C
You can paddle all around it 
       F    C
In a big canoe 
         G               C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains 
 
         C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, 
      F                 C
The jails are made of tin. 
      F                  C
And you can walk right out again, 
                    G
As soon as you are in. 
        C
There ain't no short-handled shovels, 
     F               C
No axes, saws nor picks, 
      F        C
I'm bound to stay 
            F         C
Where you sleep all day, 
             F        C
Where they hung the jerk 
        F       C
That invented work 
         G                C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains. 
 
  *same chords for whistling* 
         C
do do do do do do do do  
      F         C
do do do do do do  
      F   C
do do do do  
            F  C
do do do do do  
       F       C         F     C
I'll see you all this coming fall 
         G               C
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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