Tonalité : D major
Verse 1
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I'm old -time, more of the bummer, sure,
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in the good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsight,
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too,
but what do I care for praise?
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I wander around from town to town
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just like a ram blin' sign
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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,
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 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,
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he's a hard -on cuss,
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and he never did repent
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He never was known to miss a drink
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or ever spend a cent
But old Lame,
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just like all the rest of death,
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he did n't resign
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And in his bloom, he went up to floom
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in the days of 49
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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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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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In a game of death, Bill lost his breath
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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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For the days of old
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when we dug up the gold
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in the days of forty -nine
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Out in New York, Jake the butcher's boy,
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Em
he was always getting tight
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Em
And every time that he'd get full,
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he was looking for a fight
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And Jake rampaged against the knife
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in the hand of an old Bob Siney
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Yes, and over Jake we held a wick
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in the days of 49
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The ragshack 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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I guess he's roaring yet
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One night he fell in a prospect hole
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in a roaring bat design
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And in that hole,
he roared out his soul
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in the days of 49
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Of all the comrades that I've had,
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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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And as I pass from town to town,
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they call me the ramblin' sign
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There goes Tom Moore,
that bummer, sure,
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of the days of 49
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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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For the days of old,
when we dug up to gold,
In the days of forty -nine, oh yeah.
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