歌词
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.
专辑信息
1.Riders In The Sky
2.I Am A Roving Gambler
3.Well, Well, Well
4.Sweet Roseanne
5.St. James Infirmary
6.When the Sun Goes Down
7.The Green Leaves of Summer (from the Batjac Production "The Alamo")
8.A Pretty Girl Is Like a Little Bird
9.Beautiful Brown Eyes
10.My Little John Henry
11.The Old Settler's Song
12.With You Fair Maid