I've traveled all over this country,
prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydraulic, and cradled,
and I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently sold,
and I have been frequently
For one that gets riches by mining,
perceiving that hundreds grow 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.
So rolling my grub in my blanket,
I left all my tools on the ground.
I started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound
For a country they call Puget Sound
For a they call Puget Sound
I started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound
Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thickest hair on the back of a dog
Thickest hair on the back of a dog
Thickest hair on the back of a dog
And covered all over with timber
Thickest hair on the back of a dog
I staked out a claim in the forest
And set myself down to hard toil soil.
For two years, I chopped and I lagered,
but I never got down to the soil.
But I never got down to the soil.
I never got down to the soil.
For two years, I chopped and I lagered,
but I never got down to the soil.
No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the world and it shams.
I think of my happy condition,
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.
