Days Of 49 Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

AmI'm old Tom Moore from Gthe bummer's shore

In the Amgood old Ggolden Amdays.

They call me a bummer and a Ggin sot, too

But Amwhat cares GI for Ampraise

I Cwander around from Amtown to town

C Just like a roving Amsign,

And Call the people all say "There Amgoes Tom Moore

in the Gdays of '4Am9.

In the Fdays of old, in the Cdays of gold

How Foftentimes I reCpine

For the Fdays of old when we Cdug up the gold

In the Amdays 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