| Song | Ship of Gold |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | Full Fathom Five |
| 作词 : Clutch | |
| Tin shacks and catfish bones | |
| Been about all | |
| I've ever known | |
| The Junebugs rattle and roll | |
| Around the old maypole | |
| Thunder and lightning | |
| Oh, see the catfish are biting | |
| I took a riverboat downstream | |
| I think you know what | |
| I meanThe chicken hawks, they are gathering | |
| Above my head, they are circling | |
| Old friends coming out visiting | |
| Say, "Hi" and talk about collecting | |
| Stray dogs won't come near me | |
| Was blind, now | |
| I see clearly | |
| Believe I'm fixing to die | |
| When you're living in the country it's, "Why, oh why?" | |
| Oh, I'm sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Oh, I'm sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| On the farther shore | |
| On the farther shore | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| I see a ship of gold | |
| I see a ship of gold | |
| Beyond that mountain there | |
| I see a city on the hill | |
| Its gates are open wide | |
| I hear the ringing bells | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| On toward the burying ground | |
| Poor boy is all afire | |
| Poor boy is dead and gone | |
| Poor boy is dead and gone | |
| One of these days the ship of gold | |
| Will carry me to my reward | |
| Out of this world it will take me | |
| To hear the horns of | |
| JubileePig fat and old pork rinds | |
| Ain't enough to keep a man alive | |
| The bullfrog sleeps all day | |
| Come night, he has his say | |
| Believe I'm fixing to die | |
| Believe I'll take my rest | |
| Believe I'm fixing to die | |
| Believe I'll take my rest | |
| Oh, I'm sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Oh, I'm sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh |
| zuò cí : Clutch | |
| Tin shacks and catfish bones | |
| Been about all | |
| I' ve ever known | |
| The Junebugs rattle and roll | |
| Around the old maypole | |
| Thunder and lightning | |
| Oh, see the catfish are biting | |
| I took a riverboat downstream | |
| I think you know what | |
| I meanThe chicken hawks, they are gathering | |
| Above my head, they are circling | |
| Old friends coming out visiting | |
| Say, " Hi" and talk about collecting | |
| Stray dogs won' t come near me | |
| Was blind, now | |
| I see clearly | |
| Believe I' m fixing to die | |
| When you' re living in the country it' s, " Why, oh why?" | |
| Oh, I' m sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Oh, I' m sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| On the farther shore | |
| On the farther shore | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| I see a ship of gold | |
| I see a ship of gold | |
| Beyond that mountain there | |
| I see a city on the hill | |
| Its gates are open wide | |
| I hear the ringing bells | |
| Look over yonder there | |
| On toward the burying ground | |
| Poor boy is all afire | |
| Poor boy is dead and gone | |
| Poor boy is dead and gone | |
| One of these days the ship of gold | |
| Will carry me to my reward | |
| Out of this world it will take me | |
| To hear the horns of | |
| JubileePig fat and old pork rinds | |
| Ain' t enough to keep a man alive | |
| The bullfrog sleeps all day | |
| Come night, he has his say | |
| Believe I' m fixing to die | |
| Believe I' ll take my rest | |
| Believe I' m fixing to die | |
| Believe I' ll take my rest | |
| Oh, I' m sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Oh, I' m sorry that | |
| I left my home | |
| Oh, oh, oh |