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Days Of '49

Traditional, arranged by Bob Dylan

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)


4 Mar 1970
cd imgSELF PORTRAIT
cd imgTHE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 10 ANOTHER SELF PORTRAIT [1969-1971]

  Self Portrait recording session 5, Columbia Studios, NYC - 4.mar.1970  

I'm ol' Tom Moore from the bummers' shore
In the the good ol' golden days
They call me a bummer an' a ginsot too
But what cares i for praise
I wander round from town to town
Just like a rovin' sign
An' all the people say
There goes Tom Moore in the days of '49.

In the days of old, in the days of gold
How often 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 an' 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 oftimes 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's boy
He was always gettin' tight
An' everytime that he'd got booked
He was spoilin for a fight
That Jake rampaged against a knife
In the hands of ol' Bob Stein
An' over Jake they held a wake
In the days of '49.

In the days of old, in the days of gold
How often 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 an' draw his cards
An' he would you go a hatful blind
In a game with death, Bill lost his breath
In the days of '49.

In the days of old, in the days of gold
In the days oftimes i repine
In the days of old, in the days of gold
Those were days of '49.

There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo
I never will forget
He would roar all day an' he'd roar all nite
An' i guess he's roarin' yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole
In a roarin' bad design
An' in that hole he roared out his soul
In the days of '49.

In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oftimes i repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
In the days of '49.                                                                                            

Of the comrades all that i had
There's none that's left to boast
An' i'm left alone in my misery
Like some ol' poor wanderin' ghost
An' i pass by from town to town
They call me the ramblin' sign
There goes Tom Moore, a-bummer's shore
In the days of '49.

In the days of old, in the days of gold
How often times i repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
In the days of '49.
In the days of old when we dug up the gold
How oftimes i repine
For the days of old, in the days of gold
In the days of '49.  up
    

 Recording dates & record list

4 Mar 1970 1 SELF PORTRAIT
THE BOOTLEG SERIES Vol. 10 ANOTHER SELF PORTRAIT [1969-1971]