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Francis Henry

"Acres of Clams" (karaoke)

"Acres of Clams" (sheet music)


I’ve wandered all over this country,

Prospecting and digging for gold;

I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled;

And I have been frequently sold.

And I have been frequently sold,

And I have been frequently sold;

I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled;

And I have been frequently sold.

 

For one who got rich by mining,

I saw there were hundreds grew poor;

I 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 made up my mind to try farming:

The only pursuit that is 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 the slave of ambition,

I laugh at the world and its shams

And think of my happy condition

Surrounded by acres of clams.

Surrounded by acres of clams,

Surrounded by acres of clams;

And think of my happy condition

Surrounded by acres of clams.


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