[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] [Intro] Am [Verse 1] Am G Am G Am I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days Am G Am G Am They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise? C Am C Am I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign C Am G Am And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49" F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F How oft'times I repine for the days of old C Am When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [Verse 2] Am G Am G Am My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew Am G Am G Am A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true C Am C Am Whatever the pinch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine C Am G Am Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F How oft'times I repine for the days of old C Am When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [Verse 3] Am G Am G Am There was New York Jake, the butcher's boy, he was always getting tight Am G Am G Am And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight C Am C Am But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein C Am G Am And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F How oft'times I repine for the days of old C Am When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [Verse 4] Am G Am G Am There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game Am G Am G Am Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same C Am C Am He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatfull blind C Am G Am In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49 'oh my goodness' F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F In the day'times I repine in the days of old C Am In the days of gold, those where days of '49. [Verse 5] Am G Am G Am There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget Am G Am G Am He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet C Am C Am One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design C Am G Am And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F How oft'times I repine for the days of old C Am When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. [Verse 6] Am G Am G Am Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast Am G Am G Am And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost C Am C Am And I pass by from town to town, they call me the rambling sign C Am G Am "There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 " F C In the days of old, in the days of gold F C F How oft'times I repine for the days of old C Am When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. F C And the days of old when we dug up the gold F C F How oft'times I repine In the days of old C Am In the days of gold in the days of '49. wooh!
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