W: Michael Scanlan

Irish folk song

Key: F

Time: 2/4

Harps: F & C

Key: F

3 4 4 4 -3

6 7 7 7 -7

See who comes o-ver

4 -4 -5 -4 -3 3

7 -8 -9 -8 -7 6

the red blos-somed heath-er

3 5 -5 -4 6 -5

6 8 -9 -8 9 -9

their green ban-ners kiss-ing

-4 4 -4 -3 4

-8 7 -8 -7 7

the pure moun-tain air

3 3 3 4 4 4

6 6 6 7 7 7

heads e-rect, eyes to front

-3 4 -4 -5 -4 -3 3

-7 7 -8 -9 -8 -7 6

step-ping proud-ly to-geth-er

3 5 -5 -4 6

6 8 -9 -8 9

sure, free-dom sits throned

-5 -4 4 -4 -3 4

-9 -8 7 -8 -7 7

on each proud spir-it there

Key: C

4 -3 -4 4 -3”

7 -7 -8 7 -6

down the hill twin-ing

3 -2” -3” -2” -1 1

6 -5 -6 -5 -4 4

their bless-ed steel shin-ing

4 4 -3 -4 4 -3”

7 7 -7 -8 7 -6

like riv-ers of beau-ty

3 -2” 2 -2” 3

6 -5 5 -5 6

that flow from each glen

Key: F

3 3 4 4 4 -3

6 6 7 7 7 -7

from moun-tain and val-ley

4 -4 -5 -4 -3 3

7 -8 -9 -8 -7 6

‘tis lib-er-ty’s ral-ly

5 -5 -4 6 -5 -4

8 -9 -8 9 -9 -8

Out and make way for the

4 -4 -3 4

7 -8 -7 7

Bold Fen-ian men

4 5 6 6 -6 6 7 -8 7
O weel may the boatie row,
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And— better may she speed!
4 5 6 6 -6 6 7 -8 7
And weel may the boatie row,
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That- wins the Bairns’ bread

6 7 6 6
The boatie rows,
-6 7 6 6
the boatie rows
7 -6 6 -6 7 -8
the boatie rows indead!
-7 7 8 -6 7 6 7 6
And happy be the lot of a’,
5 -4 4 -4 5 4
That wishes her to speed!

5 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
The boar’s head in hand bear I
4 4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
Be deck’d with bays and rosemary
5 5 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
And I pray you my masters be merry
4 -4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
Quotestis in convivi-o

Chorus:
-6 -6 6 6 -6 -6 5
Ca-put apri de-fe-ro
-4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
Reddens laudes domino

Verse 2:
5 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
The boar’s head as I understand
4 4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
Is the chiefest dish in all the land
5 5 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
And I pray you where ever it be found
4 -4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
Serivte c*m in cantico

Chorus

Verse 3:
5 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
Our steward hath provided this
4 4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
In honor of the king of bliss
5 5 -6 -6 -6 -6 -6 6 -6 5
Which on this day to be served is
4 -4 -4 -5 -4 5 5 -6
In Reginensi atrio

chorus

Oh the blues ain’t nothing but a woman crying for
3 3 -4 3 -3 3 3 3 -4 3 -3 3 3

her man. Oh the blues ain’t nothing but a woman
3 -1 3 3 -4 3 -3 3 3 3 -4 3

crying for her man. When she wants some loving,
-3 3 3 3 -1 -3 -3 -3 <-3 -3-1 you women will understand. -1 -3-3 <-3 3 3 3

The Bluebells of Scotland

6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5 -4
O where, tell me where is your_ high-land lad-die
4
gone?

6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5 -4
O where, tell me where is your_ high-land lad-die
4
gone?

6 5 4 5 6 7 -6 7 -7 6
He’s gone with stream-ing ban-ners, where no-ble
-6 6 6
deeds are done.

-6 -7 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5
And it’s oh! In my heart, I______ wish him safe
-4 4
at home.

6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5 -4 4

6 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5 -4 4

6 5 4 5 6 7 -6 7 -7 6 -6 6 6

-6 -7 7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7 5 5 -5 -4 4

O where, tell me where is your high-land lad-die gone?
O where, tell me where is your high-land lad-die gone?
He’s gone with stream-ing ban-ners, where no-ble deeds are done.
And it’s oh! In my heart, I wish him safe at home.

Ps: Please let me know if you know the author of this song.

Also recomend latinamerican hit Moliendo Café.

(Jimmy Crack Corn)

19th C. American folk song

Key: E

-4 5 5 4 4 -3 -4 -4

-8 8 8 7 7 -7 -8 -8

When I was young I used to wait

-4 -4 -4 -3 -4 -4 4 4

-8 -8 -8 -7 -8 -8 7 7

on mas-ter hand-ing him his plate,

4 5 5 4 4 4 -3”-3” -5

7 8 8 7 7 7 -6 -6 -9

I brought his bot-tle when he was dry

-3” 3 -3 -4 -5 5 4 4

-6 6 -7 -8 -9 8 7 7

and brushed a-way the Blue Tail Fly.

3 3 4 4 4 -3 -4 -4

6 6 7 7 7 -7 -8 -8

Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,

3 3 -4 -4 -4 4 5 5

6 6 -8 -8 -8 7 8 8

Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,

4 4 5 5 5 -5 -6 -6

7 7 8 8 8 -9 -10 -10

Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,

-6 6 6 -5 -4 4

-10 9 9 -9 -8 7

old mas-ter’s gone a-way.

(Jimmy Crack Corn)

19th C. American folk song

Key: E

-6* 7* 7* 6 6 -5* -6* -6*

When I was young I used to wait
-6*-6* -6* -5* -6* -6* 6 6
on mas-ter hand-ing him his plate,
6 7* 7* 6 6 6 5* 5* -7
I brought his bot-tle when he was dry
5* -4 -5*-6* -7 7* 6 6
and brushed a-way the Blue Tail Fly.
-4 -4 6 6 6 -5* -6* -6*
Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,
-4 -4 -6* -6* -6* 6 7* 7*
Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,
6 6 7* 7* 7* -7 8* 8*
Jim-my crack corn and I don’t care,
8* -8 -8 -7 -6* 6
old mas-ter’s gone a-way.

W: Lorenz Hart
M: Richard Rodgers
From: The Girl Friend
Ella Fitzgerald, The Supremes
Key: F

1 -2 -1 1 3
We’ll have a blue room
-1 1 -3 -1 1 -3*
A new room, for two room
-1 1 4 4 4 4 -5 -3*
Where ev-‘ry day’s a hol-i-day
3 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 1
Be-cause you’re mar-ried to me

1 -2 -1 1 3
Not like a ball-room
-1 1 -3 -1 1 -3*
A small room, a hall room
-1 1 4 4 4 4 -5 -3*
Where you can smoke your pipe a-way
3 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 3 -2
With my wee head up-on your knee

2 -2 3 -3 -3* 4 -5 6
We will thrive on, keep a-live on
-6 -6 6 -5 5 -5
Just noth-ing but kiss-es
6 6 -5 5 -3* 5
With Mis-ter and Miss-sus
-3 -3 3 -2 1
On lit-tle blue chairs

1 -2 -1 1 3
I’ll wear my trou-seau
-1 1 -3 -1 1 -3*
And Rob-in-son Cru-soe
-1 1 4 4 4 4 -6 -3*
Is not so far from world-ly cares
-3 3 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 3 -2
As our blue room far a-way up-stairs

2 -2 3 -3 -3* 4 -5 6
We will thrive on, keep a-live on
-6 -6 6 -5 5 -5
Just noth-ing but kiss-es
6 6 -5 5 -3* 5
With Mis-ter and Miss-sus
-3 -3 3 -2 1
On lit-tle blue chairs

1 -2 -1 1 3
I’ll wear my trou-seau
-1 1 -3 -1 1 -3*
And Rob-in-son Cru-soe
-1 1 4 4 4 4 -6 -3*
Is not so far from world-ly cares
-3 3 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 3 -2
As our blue room far a-way up-stairs

Trad. Scottish folk song
John McDermott
Key: D

-3 -5 5* -4 -3
Oh where, tell me where
-4 5*-5 -2* -2* 3 2 -1
is your high-land lad-die gone?
-3 -5 5* -4 -3
Oh where, tell me where
-4 5*-5 -2* -2* 3 2 -1
is your high-land lad-die gone?

-3 -2* -1 -2* -3 -5 -4
He’s gone wi’ stream-ing ban-ners,
5* -5 5* -3 -4 3* -3
where no-ble deeds are done.
-4 5* -5 5* -4 -3
And it’s oh, in my heart,
-45*-5 -2* -2* 3 2 -1
I wish him safe at home.

6 5 4 4 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 4

Oh me lads you should have seen us gannin’

-5 -5 -5 -5 5 5 5 5 -4 5 -4 4 -3 3

Passing the folks along the road just to see em stannin’

4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 -4 -4 -4 -4 5 4

Aal the lads n lasses there and all the smiling faces

-5 -5 -5 -5 5 5 -5 6

Gannin along the Scotswood road

6 6 -5 5 -4 4 4

To see the Blaydon Races

Sea Chantey from Newfoundland

Key: D

Time: 6/8

-5 -6* 7 -7 8 -7 7 -7 5 -5

One eve-ning for pleas-ure I ram-bled

-56 -6* 7 -7 8 -7 8 8 -9

To view the fair fields all a-lone

-9 8 -77 -7 6 -5 5 -5 5 -5

Down by the banks of Loch E-rin

-7 7 6 -5 4-3 4 -5 6 -5

Where beau-ty and pleas-ure were known

2nd pos

Sea Chantey from Newfoundland

Key: D

Time: 6/8

3 -3 4 -4 -5 -4 4 -4 -2”3

6 -7 7 -8 -9 -8 7 -8 -5 6

One eve-ning for pleas-ure I ram-bled

3-3”-3 4 -4 -5 -4 -5 -5 6

6-6 -7 7 -8 -9 -8 -9 -9 9

To view the fair fields all a-lone

6 -5 -44 -4 -3” 3 -2” 3 -2”3

9 -9 -87 -8 -6 6 -5 6 -56

Down by the banks of Loch E-rin

-4 4 -3” 3 -2”-1 -2” 3 -3” 3

-8 7 -6 6 -5-4 -5 6 -6 6

Where beau-ty and pleas-ure were known

Very upbeat with a moderatly fast tempo. Probobly the funniest theme
to a horror movie ever.

— = draw, < = press slide button 5 -6 6 6 -5 <5 4 Beware of the blob, it creeps 4 <-3 4 3 5 6 And leaps and glides and slides -5 4 <-3 -2 Across the floor 4 <-3 4 3 Right through the door 5 6 -5 4 <-3 3 And all around the wall 4 <-3 4 3 A splotch, a blotch 5 6 -5 4 <-3 -2 Be careful of the blob 5 -6 6 6 -5 <5 5 Beware of the blob, it creeps 8 <-7 8 7 9 10 And leaps and glides and slides -9 8 <-7 -6 Across the floor 8 <-7 8 7 Right through the door 9 10 -9 8 <-7 7 And all around the wall 8 <-7 8 7 A splotch, a blotch 9 10 -9 8 <-7 -6 Be careful of the blob

Lead in:

-7 7 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 7 -7 -8 7

6 -6 7 7 -8 7 8 7 7 -8 7 -7 -6 6
There’s a blizzard comin’ on how I’m wishin’ I was home

6 -6 7 7 7 7 8 7 -7 -6 6
For my pony’s lame and he can hardly stand

6 -6 7 7 -8 7 8 7 7 -8 7 -7 -6 6
Listen to that northern sigh if we don’t get home we’ll die

7 7 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 7 -6 6 -6 7 7 -8 -8 8 -7 -6 6 7
But it’s only seven miles to Mary Anne it’s only seven miles to Mary Anne

You can bet we’re on her mind for it’s nearly suppertime
And I’ll bet there’s hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like they’re froze and there’s a numbness in my toes
But it’s only five more miles to Mary Anne it’s only five more miles to Mary Anne
That wind’s howlin’ and it seems mighty like a woman’s screams
And we’d best be movin’ faster if we can
Dan just think about that barn with that hay so soft and warm
For it’s only three more miles to Mary Anne it’s only three more miles to Mary Anne
Dan get up your ornery cuss or you’ll be the death of us
I’m so weary but I’ll help you if I can
All right Dan perhaps it’s best that we’ll just stop awhile and rest
For it’s still a hundred yards to Mary Anne it’s still a hundred yeards to Mary Anne
Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He had made it but he couldn’t leave ol’ Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains his hands froze to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

6 -6 6 6 -6 7 -8

7 -8 8 -9 8 -8 7 -8 7 -6 7 -6 -8 7 -6 6

6 -6 6 6 -6 7 -8

7 -8 8 -9 8 -8 7 -8 7 -6 7 -6 6 6

9 -10 9 9 8 7 -8

7 -8 8 7 -6 9 -10 9 9 8 7 -8 7 -8 7

10 -10 9 8 7 -8

7 -8 8 7 -6 8 7 -8 7 -6 7 -8 7 7

-8 6 8 6 -8

6 -8 8 -9 8 -8 7 -8 7 -6 7 -6 -8 7 -6 6

-8 6 8 6 -8

6 -8 8 -9 8 -8 7 -8 7 -6 7 -6 6 6

A :

-9 8 -8 7

-4 5 6 5 -4 5 4

7 -7 -6 6 -6 -7 7

5 5 5 6 5 5 4 -5 -6 6 5 4

B :

4 -4 5 4 5 -5 5 -4

-2 -3 -4 -3

4 -4 5 -5 6

-6 6 5 -4 -5 5 4 -4 -3

4 -4 5 4 5 -5 5 -4

-2 -3 -4 -3

4 -4 5 -5 6

-6 6 5 -4 5 4

5 6 -6 -6 6 4 -5 -5 5
I was jus-ti-fied when I was five

-6 -6 6 5 -4 4 -4 5
Rais-in cane, I spit in your eye

-7 -7 -6 6 6 -5 -6 6 -5
Times are chang-ing, now the poor get fat

5 -5 -6 6 6 5 6 5
But the fev-er’s gon-na catch you

-4 4 5 -4 4
when the bitch gets back

-6 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -5 5
Eat meat on Fri-day that’s al-right

4 -6 -6 6 5 -4 4 -4 -4 -4 5
I ev-en like steak on a sat-ur-day night

5 5 -7 -7 -6 6 -5 -6 6 -5
I can bitch the best at your so-cial do’s

-5 -5 -6 -6 -6 6 5 -4 4 5 -4 4
I get high in the even-ing sniff-ing pots of glue

(CHORUS)

-6 6 -7 -6 6 -7
I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch

-6 6 -7 -6 -6
Oh the bitch is back

VERSE

-6 -6 -6 6 5 4 -4 4 4 -4
Stone cold so-ber as a mat-ter of fact

-6 6 -7 -6 6 -7
I can bitch, I can bitch

-6 6 -7 -7 -6 6
`cause I’m bet-ter than you

5 6 -7 -7 -6 -6
It’s the way that I move

5 5 -7 -7 -6 6 5
And The things that I do oh

4 -6 -6 6 5 -5 -5 5
I en-ter-tain by pick-ing brains

-6 -6 6 4 -4 -4 5
Sell my soul by drop-ping names

-5 -7 -7 -6 -5 -6 -6 -6
I don’t like those, my god, what’s that

5 6 -6 6 6 5 6 5
Oh it’s full of nas-ty hab-its

-4 4 -4 -4 4
when the bitch gets back

(CHORUS TO END)

ENJOY!!

Time: 3/4

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Time: 3/4

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American folk circa 1770’s
Key: G
Time: 2/4

4 -3” -3” 3 3
7 -6 -6 6 6
Hey said the black-bird

2 2 -3”-3”-3”
5 5 -6 -6 -6
Sit-tin’ on a chair

4 -3” 3 3 3 4 -4 5
7 -6 6 6 6 7 -8 8
Once I court-ed a la-dy fair

5 6 5 5 -4 5 -3” -3”
8 9 8 8 -8 8 -6 -6
She proved fick-le and turned her back

3 -3”5 -4 4 -3” 3 -3”
6 -6 8 -8 7 -6 6 -6
And ev-er since I’ve dressed in black

4 -3” 3 3 4 4 5 5
7 -6 6 6 7 7 8 8
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die

5 6 5 -4 4 4 -3” 3
8 9 8 -8 7 7 -6 6
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day

4 -3” 3 3 4 4 -4 5
7 -6 6 6 7 7 -8 8
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die

5 6 5 -4 4 4 -3” 4
8 9 8 -8 7 7 -6 7
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day

American folk circa 1770’s
Key: G
Time: 2/4

7 6 6 -5 -5
Hey said the black-bird
-4 -4 6 6 6
Sit-tin’ on a chair
7 6 -5 -5 -5 7 -7 -8
Once I court-ed a la-dy fair
-8 -9 -8 -8 -7 -8 6 6
She proved fick-le and turned her back
-5 6 -8 -7 7 6 -5 6
And ev-er since I’ve dressed in black
7 6 -5 -5 7 7 -8 -8
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die
-8 -9 -8 -7 7 7 6 -5
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day
7 6 -5 -5 7 7 -7 -8
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die
-8 -9 -8 -7 7 7 6 7
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day

American folk circa 1770’s
Key: G
Time: 2/4
Harp: C

6 5 5 -4 -4
Hey said the black-bird
-3 -3 5 5 5
Sit-tin’ on a chair
6 5 -4 -4 -4 6 -6 -7
Once I court-ed a la-dy fair
-7 -8 -7 -7 -6 -7 5 5
She proved fick-le and turned her back
-4 5 -7 -6 6 5 -4 5
And ev-er since I’ve dressed in black
6 5 -4 -4 6 6 -7 -7
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die
-7 -8 -7 -6 6 6 5 -4
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day
6 5 -4 -4 6 6 -6 -7
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum die
-7 -8 -7 -6 6 6 5 6
Hi-dy, di-dy did-dle-dum day

-8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -6 -6 -5
Let me tell ya `bout The Birds And The Bees
4 4 5 5 6 6 -4 4 4 5
And the flowers and the trees, and the moon
6 5-4 7 7 b-7-5 -6 -5 6-5
up above, and a thing called love~~~
-8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -6 -6 -5
Let me tell ya `bout the stars in the sky
-4 -4 5 6 6 -4 4 4 5 6 5 -4
And a girl and a guy, and the way they could kiss
7 7 b-7-5 -6 -5 6-5
on a night like this~~~

-5 -5 6 -5 6 -5 -8 b-7 -5
When I look into your big brown eyes
-8 -8 -8 7 b-7 -8 -8 7
It`s so very plain to see
-4 -4 -6 -6 -5 -5-5 -4 -6
That it`s time you learned about the facts
6 -4 6 6 -5 5 -5 6
of life starting from «A» to «Z»
-8 7 -6 6 -5 -4 -5 -6 -6 -5
Let me tell ya `bout The Birds And The Bees
4 4 5 5 6 6 -4
And the flowers and the trees
4 4 5 6 5-4 7 7 b-7-5 -6 -5 6-5
And the moon up above, and a thing called love~~~

By: Harry K. McClintock
Burl Ives
Key: C

8 -9 9 9 -9 8 -9 9 9 -9
5 -5 6 6 -5 5 -5 6 6 -5
2 -2” 3 3 -2” 2 -2” 3 3 -2”
On a sum-mer day in the month of May

8-9 9 9 -8 -9 8 7
5-5 6 6 -4 -5 5 4
2-2”3 3 -1 -2” 2 1
A bur-ly bum came hik-ing

8 -9 9 9 -9 8 -9 9 9 -9
5 -5 6 6 -5 5 -5 6 6 -5
2 -2” 3 3 -2” 2 -2” 3 3 -2”
Down a shad-y lane thru the sug-ar cane

8 -9 9 9 -8 -9 8 7
5 -5 6 6 -4 -5 5 4
2 -2” 3 3 -1 -2” 2 1
He was look-ing for his lik-ing

8 8 -8 -8 -9 -8 8 -9 9
5 5 -4 -4 -5 -4 5 -5 6
2 2 -1 -1 -2” -1 2 -2” 3
As he roamed a-long he sang a song

8 8 -8 8 -9 -8 8 9
5 5 -4 5 -5 -4 5 6
2 2 -1 2 -2” -1 2 3
Of the land of milk and hon-ey

8 -9 9 9 -9 8-9 9 9 -9
5 -5 6 6 -5 5-5 6 6 -5
2 -2” 3 3 -2” 2-2” 3 3 -2”
Where a bum can stay for man-y’a day

8 -9 9 9 -8-9 8 7
5 -5 6 6 -4-5 5 4
2 -2” 3 3 -1-2” 2 1
And he won’t need an-y mon-ey

9 -9 8 8 8 8 8
6 -5 5 5 5 5 5
3 -2” 2 2 2 2 2
Oh the buzz-in’ of the bees

9 9 7 7 7 7
6 6 4 4 4 4
3 3 1 1 1 1
in the cig-ar-ette trees

9 9 -10-1010 -10 -10 9
6 6 -6 -6 7 -6 -6 6
3 3 -3”-3”4 -3” -3” 3
Near the so-da wa-ter foun-tain

9 9 -9 -9 -9 -9
6 6 -5 -5 -5 -5
3 3 -2” -2”-2” -2”
At the lem-on-ade springs

9 -9 8 8 8
6 -5 5 5 5
3 -2” 2 2 2
where the blue-bird sings

8 -9 9 9 -8 -9 8 7
5 -5 6 6 -4 -5 5 4
2 -2” 3 3 -1 -2” 2 1
In the big rock can-dy moun-tain

There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops
and there ain’t no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh, a farmer and his son,
they were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
«Why don’t you come
To that big rock candy mountain?»
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

By: Harry K. McClintock
Burl Ives
Key: C

2 -2 3 3 -2 2 -2 3 3 -2
On a sum-mer day in the month of May
2-2 3 3 -1 -2 2 1
A bur-ly bum came hik-ing
2 -2 3 3 -2 2 -2 3 3 -2
Down a shad-y lane thru the sug-ar cane
2 -2 3 3 -1 -2 2 1
He was look-ing for his lik-ing
2 2 -1 -1 -2 -1 2 -2 3
As he roamed a-long he sang a song
2 2 -1 2 -2 -1 2 3
Of the land of milk and hon-ey
2 -2 3 3 -2 2-2 3 3 -2
Where a bum can stay for man-y’a day
2 -2 3 3 -1-2 2 1
And he won’t need an-y mon-ey
3 -2 2 2 2 2 2
Oh the buzz-in’ of the bees
3 3 1 1 1 1
in the cig-ar-ette trees
3 3 -3 -3 4 -3 -3 3
Near the so-da wa-ter foun-tain
3 3 -2 -2 -2 -2
At the lem-on-ade springs
3 -2 2 2 2
where the blue-bird sings
2 -2 3 3 -1 -2 2 1
In the big rock can-dy moun-tain

There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops
and there ain’t no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh, a farmer and his son,
they were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
«Why don’t you come
To that big rock candy mountain?»
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

By: Harry K. McClintock
Burl Ives
Key: C

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On a sum-mer day in the month of May

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A bur-ly bum came hik-ing

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Down a shad-y lane thru the sug-ar cane

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He was look-ing for his lik-ing

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As he roamed a-long he sang a song

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Of the land of milk and hon-ey

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Where a bum can stay for man-y’a day

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And he won’t need an-y mon-ey

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Oh the buzz-in’ of the bees

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in the cig-ar-ette trees

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Near the so-da wa-ter foun-tain

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At the lem-on-ade springs

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where the blue-bird sings

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In the big rock can-dy moun-tain

There’s a lake of gin we can both jump in
And the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day
And the bars all have free lunches
Where the mail train stops
and there ain’t no cops
And the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
and you never throw rocks
And your hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh, a farmer and his son,
they were on the run
To the hay field they were bounding
Said the bum to the son,
«Why don’t you come
To that big rock candy mountain?»
So the very next day they hiked away,
The mileposts they were counting
But they never arrived at the lemonade tide
On the big rock candy mountain

Oh the buzzin’ of the bees
in the cigarette trees
Near the soda water fountain
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
On the big rock candy mountain

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One evening as the sun went down
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And the jungle fire was burning,
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Down the track came a hobo hikin’,
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And he said, «Boys, I’m not turning
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I’m headed for a land that’s far away
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Besides the crystal fountains
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So come with me, we’ll go and see-
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The Big Rock Candy Mountains

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

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
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All the cops have wooden legs
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And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
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And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
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The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
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And the barns are full of hay
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Oh I’m bound to go—
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Where there ain’t no snow
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Where the rain don’t fall
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The wind don’t blow
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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

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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
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The jails are made of tin.
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And you can walk right out again,
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As soon as you are in.
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There ain’t no short-handled shovels,
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No axes-, saws or picks,
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I’m a goin’ to stay
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Where you sleep all day,
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Where they hung the jerk
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That invented work
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In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

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

American Cowboy Song

Key: D

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This bon-ney brute from the cat-tle chute

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral

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He should be brand-ed on the snoot

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral

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Press a-long, cow-boy, press a-long

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Press a-long with a cow-boy yell

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Press a-long with a noise, big noise

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral

American Cowboy Song

Key: D

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This bon-ney brute from the cat-tle chute

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral

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He should be brand-ed on the snoot

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral

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Press a-long, cow-boy, press a-long

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Press a-long with a cow-boy yell

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Press a-long with a noise, big noise

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Press a-long to the big cor-ral