作词 : A. Lomax 作曲 : A. 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.
作词 : A. Lomax 作曲 : A. 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.
