Acres Of Clams Composer(s): Charlie King Performer(s): Pete Seeger
I've wandered all over this country Prospecting and digging for gold I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled And I nearly froze in the cold And I nearly froze in the cold And I nearly froze in the cold I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled And I nearly froze in the cold
For one who got wealthy by mining I saw many hundreds get poor I made up my mind to go digging For something a little more sure For something a little more sure For something a little more sure I made up my mind to go digging For something a little more sure
I rolled up my grub in my blanket I left all my tools on the ground I started one morning to shank it For the country they call Puget Sound For the country they call Puget Sound For the country they call Puget Sound I started one morning to shank it For the country they call Puget Sound
No longer a slave of ambition I laugh at the world and its shams And I think of my happy condition Surrounded by Acres of Clams Surrounded by Acres of Clams Surrounded by Acres of Clams And I think of my happy condition Surrounded by Acres of Clams
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