I've traveled all over this country,
Prospecting and digging for gold.
I tunneled hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently sold.
I tunneled hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold.
There's those who get richer by mining,
Perceiving that hundreds grow poor.
I've made up my mind to try farming.
The only pursuit that is sure.
The only pursuit that is sure.
The only pursuit that is sure.
I've made up my mind to try farming.
The only pursuit that is sure.
So rolling my grub in my blanket,
I dropped 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.
Arriving flat broken midwinter,
I found it enveloped in fog.
And covered all over with timber,
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
And covered all over with timber,
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
When I looked on the prospect so gloomy,
The tears trickled down from my face.
I thought that my troubles had brought me to,
The end of the jumping off place.
To the end of the jumping off place.
To the end of the jumping off place.
I thought that my troubles had brought me to,
The end of the jumping off place.
I staked out a claim in the forest,
And started to labor and toil.
I chopped and I hacked and I struggled,
But I never got down to the soil.
But I never got down to the soil.
But I never got down to the soil.
I chopped and I hacked and I struggled,
But I never got down to the soil.
I tried to get out of this country,
But poverty forced me to stay.
Until I became an old settler.
Then nothing could drive me away.
Then nothing could drive me away.
Then nothing could drive me away.
Until I became an old settler.
Then nothing could drive me away.
Now Schlesinger made the decisions,
It's his words we stumble upon.
But when it came down to money and safety,
We all knew which side he was on.
We all knew which side he was on.
We all knew which side he was on.
When it came down to money and safety,
We all knew which side he was on.
No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the world and its shams.
As I think of my happy conditions,
Surrounded by Acres of Clams.
Surrounded by Acres of Clams.
Surrounded by Acres of Clams.
I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by Acres of Clams.

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