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ACRES OF CLAMS (Traditional) Pete Seeger I've wandered all over this country, Prospecting and digging for gold, I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled, And I nearly froze in the cold. And I nearly froze in the cold, And I nearly froze in the cold, I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled, And I nearly froze in the cold. For one who got wealthy by mining, I saw many hundreds get poor, I made up my mind to go digging, For something a little more sure, For something a little more sure, For something a little more sure. I made up my mind to go digging, For something a little more sure. I rolled up 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, For the country they call Puget Sound, For the country they call Puget Sound. I started one morning to shank it, For the country they call Puget Sound. No longer a slave of ambition, I laugh at the world and its shams, And I think of my happy condition, Surrounded by Acres of Clams, Surrounded by Acres of Clams, Surrounded by Acres of Clams. And I think of my happy condition, Surrounded by Acres of Clams. (Contributed by Andy & Mogg - December 2003)

    



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