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Lyrics for Days Of Forty Nine by Unknown:
| | | Artist: | Unknown |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Days Of Forty Nine | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 201 | | | | Lyrics: | The Days of Forty Nine
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
In the good old
golden days.
They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
But what care I for praise
I
wander around from town to town
Just like a roving sign,
And the people all say "There
goes Tom Moore
Of the days of '49.
cho:
In the days of old, in the days of
gold
How often I repine
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
In the days 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
recorded by Frank Warner
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