I've wandered all over this country
prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydraulic'd, and cradled,
and I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently sold.
I've tunneled,
hydraulic'd,
and cradled,
and I have been frequently sold.
For one who gets riches from mining,
perceiving that others grow poor,
So I've made up my mind to try farming,
the only pursuit that is sure.
The only pursuit that is sure!
The only pursuit that is sure.
I made up my mind to try farming,
the only pursuit that is sure.
Put all my stuff in a blanket I throwed all my tools on the ground
Decided one morning to shank it For a country they call Puget Sound
A country they call Puget Sound A country they call Puget Sound
Decided one morning to shank it For a country they call Puget Sound
No longer the slave of ambition I laugh at the world with its shams
And consider my present condition Surrounded by acres of clay
Surrounded by acres of clay I am surrounded by acres of clay
Consider my present condition Surrounded by acres of clay