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Some information about Days of 49 Lyrics Title: Bob Dylan - Days of 49 lyrics Artist: Bob Dylan Album: Self Portrait Visitors: 9 visitors have visited Days of 49 Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. I m old Tom Moore from the bummer s shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot toobut what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign And all the people say"There goes Tom Moorein the days of 49" In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. My comrades they all loved me wella jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true Whatever the pitch they never would flinchthey never would fret or whine Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of 49 In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. There was New York Jakethe butcher boyhe was always getting tight And every time that he d get full he was spoiling for a fight But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein And over Jake they held a wake in the days of 49 In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. There was Poker Billone of the boys who was always in a game Whether he lost or whether he wonto him it was always the same He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind In the game with death Bill lost his breathin the days of 49 In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. There was Ragshag Bill from BuffaloI never will forget He would roar all day and he d roar all night and I guess he s roaring yet One day he fell in a prospect holein a roaring bad design And in that hole he roared out his soulin the days of 49 In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. Of the comrades all that I ve hadthere s none that s left to boast And I m left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost And I pass by from town to townthey call me a rambling sign "There goes Tom Moorea bummer shore in the days of 49 " In the days of oldin the days of gold How oft times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the goldin the days of 49. Hottest songs from Bob Dylan : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Baby Run Lyrics |
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