Days Of 49 Acordes

	  
		 
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I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore 
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In the good old golden days. 
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They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too 
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But what cares I for praise 
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I wander around from town to town 
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 Just like a roving sign, 
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and all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore 
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in the days of '49. 
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In the days of old, in the days of gold 
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How oftentimes I repine 
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For the days of old when we dug up the gold 
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In the days of '49. 

There was Nantuck Bill, I knew him well, 
a feller that was fond of tricks. 
at a poker game he was always there 
and heavy with his bricks. 
He would ante up and draw his cards 
and go in a hatfull blind 
In a game of bluff, Bill lost his breath 
In the days of '49. 

There was New York Jake, a butcher boy 
He was always getting tight. 
and every time that he got full 
He was always hunting a fight. 
One night he run up against a knife 
In the hands of old Bob Kline 
and over Jake they held a wake 
In the days of '49. 

There was poor old Jess, the old lame cuss 
He never would relent. 
Her never was known to miss a drink 
Or ever spend a cent. 
at length old Jess like all the rest 
Who never would decline, 
In all his bloom went up the flume 
In the days of '49. 

There was roaring 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 night he fell in a prospector's hole 
In a roaring bad design, 
In in that hole roared out his soul 
In the days of '49