Benny Bleu - Acres of Clams

Acres of Clams

I've traveled all over this country prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydraulicked, and cradled oh, and I have been frequently sold.
I have been frequently sold, boys, I have been frequently sold.
I've tunneled, hydraulicked, and cradled oh, and I have been frequently sold.

Not one who gets riches by mining, perceiving that others grow poor.
I've made up my mind to try farming oh, the only pursuit that is sure.
The only pursuit that is sure, boys, the only pursuit that is sure.
I've made up my mind to try farming oh, the only pursuit that is sure.

Rolling my grub in my blanket, I left all my tools on the ground.
I kicked up my heel for to shake it oh, for the land that they call Puget Sound.
For the land that they call Puget Sound, boys, the land that they calld Puget Sound,
I kicked up my heel for to shake it oh, for the land that they call Puget Sound.

No longer a slave to ambition, I laugh at the world and its shams.
I think of my happy condition oh, surrounded by acres of clams.
Surounded by acres of clams, boys, surrounded by acres of clams,
I think of my happy condition oh, surrounded by acres of clams.