Tonalité : D major
Verse 1
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Em
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I'm old -time more of the bummer, sure,
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Em
in the good old golden days
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Em
They call me a bummer and
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a ginsight too,
but what do I care for praise?
Em
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I wander around from town to town
Em
just like a ram blin' sign
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E
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The people all say there goes time
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more of the days of forty -nine
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My comrades, they all love me well,
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there's a jolly saucy crew
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A few hard cases I will admit,
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but they was brave and true
Whatever the pinch,
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they never would flinch,
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and they never would have fret or whine
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Like good old bricks,
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they stood to kicks
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in the days of 49
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There's old lame Jess,
he's a hard -on cuss,
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Em
and he never did repent
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Em
He never was known to miss a drink
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or ever spend a cent
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But old Lame,
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just like all the rest of death,
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Em
he didn't resign
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Em
D
And in his bloom, he went up to flume
Em
in the days of 49
A poker bill of one of the boys,
he was always in for a game
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Em
But whether he won or whether he lost,
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to him it was all the same
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D
Em
He'd ante up and he'd
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draw his cards,
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he'd go you a hatful blind
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Em
In a game of death, Bill lost his breath
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Em
in the days of forty -nine
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In the days of old, in the days of gold,
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how oft times I repined
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Em
For the days of old when we
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dug up the gold
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in the days of forty -nine
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Out in New York,
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Jake the butcher's boy,
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he was always getting tight
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And every time that he'd get full,
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he was looking for a fight
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Em
An d Jake rampaged against the knife
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Em
in the hand of an old Bob Siney
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Yes, and over Jake we held a wick
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Em
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A
in the days of 49
Rack Shack
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Bill of Buffalo
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I never will forget
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He'd roar all day, he'd roar all night
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Bm
I guess he's roaring yet
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Em
One night he fell in a prospect hole
in a roaring bat design
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Em
And in that hole, he roared out his soul
in the days of 49
Of all the comrades that I've had,
now there's none that's left to boast
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I'm left alone in my misery,
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like some poor wandering ghost
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Em
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And as I pass from town to town,
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they call me to ramblin' sign
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Em
There goes Tom Moore,
that bummer, sure,
of the days of 49
In the days of old,
in the days of gold,
How oft times I repined,
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Em
For the days of old,
when we dug up to gold,
In the days of forty -nine, oh yeah.
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