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Acres of ClamsBack to Song Category List Page Song Lyrics:
I've wandered all over this country, Prospecting and digging for gold; I've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled, And I nearly froze in the cold. And I nearly froxe in the cold, And I nearly froze in the cold, I've tunnel'd, hydraulicked, and cradled, And I nearly froze in the cold. 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 the slave of ambition, I laugh at the worls 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.
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