I traveled all over this country
prospecting and digging for gold
I tunneled, hydraulicked, and cradled,
and I have been frequently sold
I have been frequently sold,
I have been frequently sold
My tunnel, hydraulic, and cradle dams
I have been frequently sold
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure
The only pursuit that was sure,
the only pursuit that was sure
I made up my mind to try farming,
the only pursuit that was sure
I rolled 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
The country they call Puget Sound
The country they call Puget Sound
I started one morning to shank it
For the country they call
Riding flat broke in midwinter,
I found it enveloped in fall
I was covered all over with timber,
thick as hair on the back of a dog
Hair on the back of a dog, oh,
hair on the back of a dog
I was covered all over with timber,
thick as hair on the back of a dog
And to stake me a claim in the forest,
I set myself down to hard toil
Two years I chopped and I sweated,
but I never got down to the soil
I never got down to the soil,
I never got down to the soil
Two years I chopped and I sweated,
but I never got down to the soil
And I tried to get out of the country,
but poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an old settler,
then nothing could drive me away
Nothing could drive me away,
nothing could drive me away
Until I became an old settler,
then nothing could drive me away
No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its shams
I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams
Surrounded by acres of clams
Surrounded by acres of clams
I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams you