Acres of Clams

[Intro]
*Whistling*

[Verse 1]
I've traveled all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed and cradled
And I have been frequently sold

[Chorus]
And I have been frequently sold
And I have been frequently sold
I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled
And I have been frequently sold

[Verse 2]
There're those who got riches by mining
But perceiving that hundreds grow poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure

[Chorus]
The only pursuit that is sure
The only pursuit that is sure
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure

[Verse 3]
So, rollin' my grub in my blanket
I dropped all my tools on the ground
And started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound

[Chorus]
For a country they call Puget Sound
For a country they call Puget Sound
I started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound

[Verse 4]
No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
And I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams

[Chorus]
Surrounded by acres of clams
Surrounded by acres of clams
I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams

[Outro]
*Whistling*