Acres Of Clams

Folk-Song aus dem Nordwesten der USA Alternativtitel: Old Settler’s Song, Lay of the Old Settler, Rosin the Beau, ... • Text und Melodie: Francis D. Henry (1874) bearbeitet von Paniolo

Gitarre

Ukulele (gcea)

C	Am	G7

1^st Verse

I've [C]wandered all over this country, prospecting and digging for [Am]gold
I've [C]tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled and I nearly [G7]froze in the [C]cold
And [C]I nearly froze in the cold (me boys), and I nearly froze in the [Am]cold
I've [C]tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled and I nearly [G7]froze in the [C]cold

2^nd Verse

For [C]one who got wealthy by mining, I saw many hundreds get [Am]poor
I [C]made up my mind to go digging for something a [G7]little more [C]sure
For [C]something a little more sure (me boys), for something a little more [Am]sure
I [C]made up my mind to go digging for something a [G7]little more [C]sure

3^rd Verse

I [C]rolled up my grub in my blanket, I left all my tools on the [Am]ground
I [C]started one morning to shank it for the country they [G7]call Puget [C]Sound
For the [C]country they call Puget Sound (me boys), for the country they call Puget [Am]Sound
I [C]started one morning to shank it for the country they [G7]call Puget [C]Sound

Last Verse

No [C]longer a slave of ambition, I laugh at the world and its [Am]shams
And I [C]think of my happy condition, surrounded by [G7]acres of [C]clams
Sur-[C]rounded by acres of clams (me boys), surrounded by acres of [Am]clams
And I [C]think of my happy condition, surrounded by [G7]acres of [C]clams