Chords for Acres Of Clams

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I've wandered all over this country, [Eb] _
[Bb] prospecting and digging [Gm] for gold.
[Bb] I've tunneled, hydraulic'd, and cradled, [Eb]
[Bb] and I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently [Eb] sold, boys, yes, I have been [Gm] frequently sold.
[Bb] I've tunneled, hydraulic'd, and cradled, [Eb]
[Bb] and I have been frequently sold.
For one who gets riches by mining, [Eb] _
[Bb] perceiving that [Gm] hundreds get poor,
[Bb] I made up my mind to try farming, [Eb]
[Bb] the only prospect that is sure.
The only prospect that is [Cm] sure, [Bb] boys, the only prospect [Gm] that is sure.
[Bb] I made up my mind to try farming, [Eb]
[Bb] the only prospect that is sure.
So I rolled all my grub in my blanket, [Eb]
[Bb] and I left all my [Gm] tools on the ground.
[Bb] And I picked up one morning to shank [Eb] it, [D] for a country they call [Bb] Puget Sound.
For a country they call Puget Sound, boys, for a country they call [Gm] Puget Sound.
[Bb] I picked up one morning to shank [Eb] it, [Bb] for a country they call Puget Sound. _
Arriving flat broke in midwinter, [Eb]
[Bb] I found it [Gm] enveloped in fog.
[Bb] And covered all over with timber, [Eb]
[Bb] thick as hair on the back of a dog.
Thick as hair on the back of a [Cm] dog, [Bb] boys, thick as hair on the back [Gm] of a dog.
[Bb] And covered all over with timber, [Eb]
[Bb] thick as hair on the back of a dog.
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But now that I'm used to the climate, [Eb]
[Bb] I think that if [Gm] man ever found
[Bb] a place to be peaceful and quiet, [Eb]
[D] that spot is on old [Bb] Puget Sound.
That spot is on old Puget [Gm] Sound, [Bb] boys, that spot is on old [Gm] Puget Sound.
[Bb] A place to be peaceful and quiet, [Eb]
[Bb] that spot is on old Puget Sound.
No longer the slave of ambition, [Eb]
[Bb] I laugh at the world [Gm] and its shams.
[Bb] And I think of my happy condition, [Eb]
[Bb] surrounded by acres of clams.
Surrounded by acres of [Gm] clams, [Bb] boys, surrounded by [Gm] acres of clams.
[Bb] I think of my happy condition, [Eb] _
_ surrounded [G] by acres [Bb] of clams. _ _ _ _ _
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