Days Of 49-Bob Dylan

[00:00.00] I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days [00:27.63]They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? [00:38.10]I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign [00:44.22]And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49" [00:54.54]In the days of old, in the days of gold [00:57.78]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [01:02.04]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [01:12.54]My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew [01:21.81]A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true [01:32.04]Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine [01:39.51]Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 [01:49.77]In the days of old, in the days of gold [01:52.92]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [01:57.18]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [02:08.67]There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight [02:17.49]And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight [02:24.09]But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein [02:30.30]And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 [02:37.41]In the days of old, in the days of gold [02:40.53]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [02:44.79]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [02:56.28]There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game [03:02.58]Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same [03:09.75]He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind [03:15.90]In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49 [03:25.89]In the days of old, in the days of gold [03:29.55]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [03:34.20]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [03:42.69]There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget [03:50.04]He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet [03:57.45]One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design [04:03.18]And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 [04:10.23]In the days of old, in the days of gold [04:13.38]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [04:17.73]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [04:30.63]Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast [04:36.66]And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost [04:42.18]And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign [04:47.61]" There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 " [04:55.44]In the days of old, in the days of gold [04:58.23]How oft'times I repine for the days of old [05:09.57]When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.