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    Days of '49 (Remastered)

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    Days of '49 (Remastered)
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      About "Days of '49 (Remastered)"

      Lyrics for Bob Dylan - "Days of '49 (Remastered)"

      I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
      They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but 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 Moore, in the days of '49"
      In the days of old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
      A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
      Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
      Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
      In the days of old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he 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 old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
      Whether he lost or whether he won, to 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 breath, in the days of '49
      In the days of old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I 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 hole, in a roaring bad design
      And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
      In the days of old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      Of the comrades all that I've had, there'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 town, they call me a rambling sign
      "There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 "
      In the days of old, in the days of gold
      How oft' times I repine for the days of old
      When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.

      SONGWRITERS:
      JOHN LOMAX, ALAN LOMAX
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