Исполнитель: | Bob Dylan (English) |
Пользователь: | Cyclops Cowboy |
Длительность: | 200 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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The Days Of Fourty-Nine.
Bob Dylan
Am G
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
Am G Am
In the good old golden days.
G
They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
Am G Am
But what cares I for praise
C Am
I wander around from town to town
C Am
Just like a roving sign,
C Am
And all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore
G Am
in the days of '49.
F C
In the days of old, in the days of gold
F C
How oftentimes I repine
F C
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
G Am
In the days of '49.
Am G
Our comrades they all loved me well
Am G Am
Jolly saucy crew
G
A few hard cases I will recall
Am G Am
Though they all were brave and true
C Am
Whatever the pick, they never would flinch
C Am
They never would fret or whine
F C Am
Like good old bricks,they stood the kicks
Am G Am
In the Days of 49
Am G
There was New York Jake, the butcher's boy
Am G Am
He was always getting tight
G
And every time that he'd get full
Am G Am
he was sporting for a fight
C Am
Then Jake rampaged against a knife
C Am
in the hands of old Bob Sign
C Am
And over Jake they held a wake
G Am
in the days of 49.
Am G
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys
Am G
Who was always in a game
Am G
Whether he lost or whether he won
Am G Am
To him it was always the same
C Am
He would ante up and draw his cards
C Am
And would go a hatfull blind
C Am
In a game with death Bill lost his breath
G Am
in the days of 49
Am G
There was ragshag Bill from Buffalo
Am G
I never will forget
Am G
He would roar all day, and he'd roar all night
Am G Am
And I guess he's roaring yet
C Am
One day he fell in a prospect hole
C Am
In a roaring bad design
C Am
And in that hole, he roared out his soul
G Am
In the days of 49
Am G
Oh the comrades all that I've had
Am G
There's none thats left to boast
Am G
And I'm left alone in my misery
Am G Am
Like some old poor wandering ghost
C Am
And I pass by from town to town
C Am
They call me the ramblin' sign
C Am
There goes Tom Moore of bummer's shore
G Am
In the days of 49
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