[ti:Days Of '49]
[ar:Bob Dylan]
[al:Another Self Portrait (1969-1971): The Bootleg Series, Vol. 10]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:15.960] I'm old tom moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
[00:27.410] They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ?
[00:37.900] I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
[00:44.610] And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of '49
[00:54.870] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[00:58.080] How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[01:02.100] When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[01:12.840] My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
[01:22.100] A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true
[01:32.470] Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
[01:39.970] Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
[01:50.070] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[01:53.250] How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[01:57.490] When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:09.040] There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
[02:17.960] And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
[02:24.440] But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein
[02:30.090] And over jake they held a wake in the days of '49
[02:37.870] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[02:40.550] How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[02:44.860] When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[02:56.960] There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
[03:02.500] Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
[03:08.890] He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
[03:16.250] In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
[03:25.900] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[03:29.280] In the day of times i repine
[03:32.610] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[03:35.940] Those were days of 49
[03:43.130] There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget
[03:49.530] He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and i guess he's roaring yet
[03:55.890] One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
[04:03.390] And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
[04:10.880] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:13.640] How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[04:17.430] When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[04:24.550] Of the comrades all that i've had, there's none that's left to boast
[04:36.320] And i'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
[04:42.490] And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
[04:48.730] there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49
[04:55.190] In the days of old, in the days of gold
[04:58.430] How oft'times i repine for the days of old
[05:02.710] When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
[05:08.640] In the days of old, When we dug up the gold
[05:11.220] How oft'times i repine
[05:13.970] In the days of old, in the days of gold , in the days of 49.