作词 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax 作曲 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax I've traveled all over this country Prospectin' and diggin' for gold. I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled, And I have been frequently sold. And I have been frequently so-o-old, And I have been frequently sold. I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled, and I have been frequently sold. For each man who got rich by mining, Perceiving that hundreds grew poor, I made up my mind to try farming: The only pursuit that was sure. So rollin' my grub in my blanket I left all my tools on the ground. I started one mornin' to shag it For the country they call Puget Sound. For the country they call Puget So-o-ound, For the country they call Puget Sound. I started one mornin' to shag it For the country they call Puget Sound. Arriving flat broke in midwinter, I found it enveloped with fog And covered all over with timber, Thick as hair on the back of a dog. As I looked at the prospects so gloomy, The tears trickled over my face And I thought that my travels had brought me To the end of the jumpin' off place. To the end of the jumpin' off pla-a-ace, To the end of the jumpin' off place. I thought that my travels had brought me To the end of the jumpin' off place. But now as I look all around me, Observing the world and its shells, I think of my happy condition, Surrounded by acres of clams. Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams, Surrounded by acres of clams. I think of my happy condition, Surrounded by acres of clams. Surrounded by acres of clams, By acres of clams.
[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax [00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax [00:11.000]I've traveled all over this country [00:16.000]Prospectin' and diggin' for gold. [00:20.000]I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled, [00:24.000]And I have been frequently sold. [00:28.000]And I have been frequently so-o-old, [00:31.000]And I have been frequently sold. [00:36.000]I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled, [00:40.000]and I have been frequently sold. [00:45.000]For each man who got rich by mining, [00:50.000]Perceiving that hundreds grew poor, [00:53.000]I made up my mind to try farming: [00:57.000]The only pursuit that was sure. [01:02.000]So rollin' my grub in my blanket [01:05.000]I left all my tools on the ground. [01:10.000]I started one mornin' to shag it [01:14.000]For the country they call Puget Sound. [01:18.000]For the country they call Puget So-o-ound, [01:23.000]For the country they call Puget Sound. [01:26.000]I started one mornin' to shag it [01:30.000]For the country they call Puget Sound. [01:35.000]Arriving flat broke in midwinter, [01:40.000]I found it enveloped with fog [01:44.000]And covered all over with timber, [01:48.000]Thick as hair on the back of a dog. [01:52.000]As I looked at the prospects so gloomy, [01:56.000]The tears trickled over my face [02:00.000]And I thought that my travels had brought me [02:04.000]To the end of the jumpin' off place. [02:08.000]To the end of the jumpin' off pla-a-ace, [02:12.000]To the end of the jumpin' off place. [02:16.000]I thought that my travels had brought me [02:20.000]To the end of the jumpin' off place. [02:26.000]But now as I look all around me, [02:30.000]Observing the world and its shells, [02:35.000]I think of my happy condition, [02:38.000]Surrounded by acres of clams. [02:42.000]Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams, [02:46.000]Surrounded by acres of clams. [02:51.000]I think of my happy condition, [02:54.000]Surrounded by acres of clams. [03:00.000]Surrounded by acres of clams, [03:06.000]By acres of clams.
