Days Of '49 chords and lyrics - FAIRPORT CONVENTION

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
I'm [Am]Old Tom Moore
[G]from the bummer's shore
In the [Am]good old [G]golden [Am]days
They call me a bum and a gin- [G]soaked hoo
But what [Am]care I [G]for [Am]praise
I've [C]wandered around from
[Am]town to town
[C]They call me the Ramblin' [Am]Sign
And [F]all the people say,
"There [C]goes Tom Moore
In the days of forty- [Am]nine."
My comrades they all [G]loved me well
A [Am]jolly [G]saucy [Am]crew
A few hard cases I [G]will recall
Though [Am]they were all
[G]brave and [Am]true
[C]Whatever the pinch they
[Am]nev er would flinch
They [C]never would fret or [Am]whine
And like [F]good old bricks they [C]took the kicks
In the days of forty- [Am]nine
In the [F]days of [C]old
When we dug up the gold
[F]How oft'times I [C]repine
In the [F]days of old
[C]When we dug up the gold
In [Am]the days of forty- nine
There was Big Bad Bob from Buf[G]falo
[Am]Him I can'[G]t forget
[Am]He would roar all day and
he would [G]roar all night
And I [Am]guess he's a- [G]roarin' [Am]yet
One [C]day he fell in [Am]a prospect hole
In [C]a roarin' bad [Am]design
And [F]in that hole he [C]roared out his soul
In the days of forty- [Am]nine
In the [F]days of old
[C]When we dug up the gold
[F]How oft'times I [C]repine
In the [F]days of [C]old
When we dug up the gold
In [Am]the days of forty- [G]nine[Am][G]
[Am]Now[G][C][Am][C][Am]
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[G]Pok[Am]er Bill was one of [G]the boys
He was [Am]always in a game
Whether he won or [G]whether he lost
To [Am]him it was [G]all [Am]the same
He would [C]ante up and [Am]draw his cards
[C]And go a hundred dol[Am]lars blind
In a [F]game with death Bill [C]lost his breath
In the days of forty- [Am]nine
There was New York Jake,
[G]the butcher's boy
He was [Am]always [G]gettin' [Am]tight
And every time that he [G]got full
He was [Am]coilin' [G]for a [Am]fight
And [G]old [C]Jake rampaged [Am]against the knife
In the [C]hands of old Bob [Am]Sykes
And [F]over Jake they held [C]a wake
In the days of forty- [Am]nine
In the [F]days of old
[C]When we dug up the gold
[F]How oft'times I repine
[C]In the day[F]s of old
When [C]we dug up the gold
In the [Am]days of [G]forty- [Am]nine[Am]
My comrades now [G]they've all gone
There's [Am]none that's [G]left to [Am]boast
And I'm left alone in my [G]misery
Like [Am]the son of a [G]wan[Am]derin' ghost
[C]I've wandered around from
[Am]town to town
[C]They call me the Ramblin' [Am]Sign
And [F]all the people say,
"There [C]goes Tom Moore
In the days of forty- [Am]nine."
In the [F]days of old
[C]When we dug up the gold
[F]How oft'times I [C]repine
In the [F]days of [C]old[Am]
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[C]When we dug up [F]the gold[C][G][F][C]
In [Am]the days [G]of forty- [Am]nine

[Outro 1]
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