Acres of Clams
Judge Francis B. Henry • Key:
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Acres of Clams
Judge Francis B. Henry
056
tune:Rosin the Beau
C
I've travelled all over this country,
Prospecting and digging for
F
gold.
I've
C
tunneled, hydraulic'd and cradled,
And I have been
G7
frequently
C
sold.
Chorus:
And
C
I have been frequently sold,
And I have been frequently
F
sold.
I've
C
tunneled, hydraulic'd and cradled,
And I have been
G7
frequently
C
sold.
For one that get riches by mining,
Perceiving that hundreds grow poor,
I made up my mind to try farming,
The only pursuit that is sure.
Chorus.
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.
Chorus.
Arriving flat broke in mid winter,
I found it enveloped in fog,
And covered all over with timber,
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
Chorus.
I staked out a claim in the forest,
And set myself down to hard toil,
For two years I chopped and I loggered,
But I never got down to the soil.
No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the world and it's shams,
I think of my happy condition,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Chorus.
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992
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