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Anthem Of The Clams chords by Bing Crosby

  • D

  • F#

    2
  • Bm

    2
  • Ebdim

  • Em

  • A

  • E

  • G

  • B

    2
  • Edim

  • C#m

    4
  • C#dim

    4
  • C#

    4
  • Daug

  • F#m

    2
  • Dm

  • Bb

  • Gm

    3
  • Am

  • C

  • Abaug

    4
Verse 1
D
F#
Bm
Chante, chante,
D
Ebdim
Em
A
sing a little song of clans.
D
Bm
We bear Seattle's social life,
Em
Bm
debauches and wassail,
D
Bm
A
Airborne to Hardee's lonely shore,
Bm
E
last place to send our mail.
A
D
Bm
The pounding seas of Charlotte Strait,
G
Bm
Campana braves with glee.
E
Up Fitzhugh Sound,
Bm
B
we're Kwak Shaw bound,
E
Em
D
Edim
to Hawkeye's friendly lee.
D
C#m
F#
Bm
We're clams, clam s, clams,
A
D
Em
A
C#dim
C#
D
Cruising without madams.
A
G
C#
We start out for sal mon,
D
Daug
B
But wind up just clammin'.
E
A
F#
We're clams, clams,
F#m
D
Dm
Bm
Dm
D
Dm
D
clams.
Dm
D
The little necks'll make it
F#
If you steam them up .
D
Dm
The butter clams are dandy
Bb
G
in a chowder cup
D
If broth is what you want,
Bm
A
E
F#
well, any clam will do
Bm
E
The cockles and the mussels
A
and the geoduck too
D
Bm
The only time to dig them's
Gm
D
when the tide is low
Dm
But problem number one
is no one wants to go
Bm
And problem number two is
F#
simply just too big
Bm
E
Problem number three is
A
Am
no one wants to dig
A
Am
Em
A
That climbing hand is really grime
Em
A
But how you gonna get
him to pass that sand?
D
We burrow for the bivalve
down in Plumper Bay
Bm
Dm
And scratch and claw and sift
the silt out Quatnaway
G
D
Dm
At Nimbkish we don't seek fish
A
F#
but the juicy clam
C
Bm
E
If all we get is empty shells,
A
who gives a damn?
D
Bm
D
With all our gear, a little beer,
we hit Clem too
Bm
Dm
And talk to all the clammy
people in Namu
Bm
And then to Bellacoola if you
A
C#m
F#
haven't heard
C#dim
Bm
It's Indian,
A
E
A
Am
but today goes it's a dirty word
A
Am
Don't understand if blasting's banned
A
E
Now how you gonna get them
Abaug
A
to pass that sand
D
Bm
F#
Bm
We're Clams, Clams, Clams,
D
C#
D
Cruising without madams.
Bm
A
C#
Max bells with his horses,
D
B
While we eat ten courses
E
D
D
Of Clams, Clams, Clams.
Thank you, the Lorelei from Goose Bay.
D
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