Acres of Clams
American Traditional Folk Song
Lyrics
I've wandered all over the country,
Prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydaulicked and cradled,
And nearly was froze in the cold.
Chorus:
And so I departed for Puget Sound,
Away from a world full of shams,
I sing of my happy condition,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
For one who gets wealthy by mining,
I know many hundreds get poor,
I made up my mind to go digging
For something a little more sure.
Chorus:
No longer the slave of ambition,
No leader, just one of the lambs,
I sing of my happy condition,
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Chorus:
The time that you know you have ample,
That's when every care quickly scrams
Take heart in my fate, for example,
Content on my acres of clams.
Chorus:
Acres of Clams - American Traditional Folk Song Free Midi Download
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Bill Bailey - American Traditional Folk Song Midi, Sheet Music and Lyrics
Bill Bailey - American Traditional Folk Song
Hughie Cannon
Lyrics
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud:
Refrain:
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', darling
I'll pay the rent,
I know I've done you wrong;
'member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I'm to blame,
Well, ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry:
Chorus:
Bill Bailey - American Traditional Folk Song Free Midi Download
Hughie Cannon
Lyrics
One one summer's day,
Sun was shinin' fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin' clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin' hard.
She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud:
Refrain:
Won't you come home, Bill Bailey
Won't you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I'll do the cookin', darling
I'll pay the rent,
I know I've done you wrong;
'member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I'm to blame,
Well, ain't that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come home.
Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry:
Chorus:
Bill Bailey - American Traditional Folk Song Free Midi Download
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