The Old Settler's Song - The Brothers Four (四兄弟)

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