The Old Settler's Song - The Brothers Four
I've traveled all over this country
Prospectin' and diggin' for gold
I've tunneled hydraulic ed and cradled
And I have been frequently sold
And I have been frequently so o old
And I have been frequently sold
I've tunneled hydraulic ed and cradled
And I have been frequently sold
For each man who got rich by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure
So rollin' my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
I started one mornin' to shag it
For the country they call puget sound
For the country they call puget so o ound
For the country they call puget sound
I started one mornin' to shag it
For the country they call puget sound
Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped with fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hair on the back of a dog
As I looked at the prospects so gloomy
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumpin' off place
To the end of the jumpin' off pla a ace
To the end of the jumpin' off place
I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumpin' off place
But now as I look all around me
Observing the world and its shells
I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams
Surrounded by acres of cla a ams
Surrounded by acres of clams
I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams
Surrounded by acres of clams
By acres of clams