[00:00.00] 作词 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax
[00:01.00] 作曲 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax
[00:11.70]I've traveled all over this country
[00:15.60]Prospectin' and diggin' for gold.
[00:19.59]I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled,
[00:23.58]And I have been frequently sold.
[00:27.60]And I have been frequently so-o-old,
[00:31.65]And I have been frequently sold.
[00:35.61]I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled,
[00:39.60]and I have been frequently sold.
[00:45.27]For each man who got rich by mining,
[00:49.44]Perceiving that hundreds grew poor,
[00:53.55]I made up my mind to try farming:
[00:57.54]The only pursuit that was sure.
[01:01.50]So rollin' my grub in my blanket
[01:05.61]I left all my tools on the ground.
[01:09.78]I started one mornin' to shag it
[01:13.53]For the country they call Puget Sound.
[01:17.49]For the country they call Puget So-o-ound,
[01:21.78]For the country they call Puget Sound.
[01:25.83]I started one mornin' to shag it
[01:29.64]For the country they call Puget Sound.
[01:35.85]Arriving flat broke in midwinter,
[01:39.72]I found it enveloped with fog
[01:43.80]And covered all over with timber,
[01:47.61]Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
[01:51.84]As I looked at the prospects so gloomy,
[01:55.83]The tears trickled over my face
[01:59.94]And I thought that my travels had brought me
[02:03.90]To the end of the jumpin' off place.
[02:07.95]To the end of the jumpin' off pla-a-ace,
[02:12.06]To the end of the jumpin' off place.
[02:16.11]I thought that my travels had brought me
[02:20.07]To the end of the jumpin' off place.
[02:26.10]But now as I look all around me,
[02:30.18]Observing the world and its shells,
[02:34.26]I think of my happy condition,
[02:38.16]Surrounded by acres of clams.
[02:42.27]Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams,
[02:46.47]Surrounded by acres of clams.
[02:50.61]I think of my happy condition,
[02:54.39]Surrounded by acres of clams.
[03:00.51]Surrounded by acres of clams,
[03:05.76]By acres of clams.

作词 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax
作曲 : A. Lomax/J. Lomax
I've traveled all over this country
Prospectin' and diggin' for gold.
I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled,
And I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently so-o-old,
And I have been frequently sold.
I've tunneled, hydraulic-ed, and cradled,
and I have been frequently sold.
For each man who got rich by mining,
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor,
I made up my mind to try farming:
The only pursuit that was sure.
So rollin' my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground.
I started one mornin' to shag it
For the country they call Puget Sound.
For the country they call Puget So-o-ound,
For the country they call Puget Sound.
I started one mornin' to shag it
For the country they call Puget Sound.
Arriving flat broke in midwinter,
I found it enveloped with fog
And covered all over with timber,
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
As I looked at the prospects so gloomy,
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumpin' off place.
To the end of the jumpin' off pla-a-ace,
To the end of the jumpin' off place.
I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumpin' off place.
But now as I look all around me,
Observing the world and its shells,
I think of my happy condition,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
I think of my happy condition,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Surrounded by acres of clams,
By acres of clams.