Bob Dylan - Days Of 49 Chords

 
         
         
         
         
X
2
3
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
1
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
4
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
4
3
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
10 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X

10 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
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