Hợp âm The Days Of '49

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[Verse 1]
I'm old [G]Tom Moore
[Dm]from the bummer's [Bb]shore,
the [Cm]good old golden days.
[C]They cal[Cm]l me a b[G]ummer and a g[Bb]insot too,
but what cares [Eb]I for[C] praise?
I've rambled round [Cm]all over [Fm]town,
just [C]like a roving [G]sign,
and [C]the people all say
[Fm]there goes [Bb]Tom Moore
in the days [Dm]of 49.[Cm]
[C]My comrades they all[Bb] loved me well,
[Dm]that jolly [Cm]saucy crew.
A few hard cases [Bb]I will admit,
[C]but they were brave and true.
Whatever the pinch,
[Bb]they ne 'er would [C]flinch,
they never would fretner [G]whine.
Like [C]good old bricks
they stood the kicks
[Dm]in the days of [C]49.
There's old Aunt [Bb]Jess,
that hard old cuss,
[C]who never would repent.
He never [Fm]missed a [Bb]single meal
nor never [Eb]paid a [C]cent.
But [Bb]old Aunt Jess, like all the [C]rest,
at death he did [G]resign.
And [Cm]in his bloom,
he [Fm]went up the [Bb]flume
in the days of [Eb]49.[Cm][C]
[Cm]There was New York Jake,
[C]the butcher [Bb]boy,
who was fond [Dm]of getting [Cm]tight.
[C]And every tim[G]e he got[Bb] on a spree,
he was spoiling [Cm]for a fight.
[C]One night, Jake jumped against a knife
in the hands of old [G]Doc Sign,
[C]and ove[Cm]r Jak[G]e we hel[Bb]d awake
in the [Eb]days of 49.[Cm][C]
[Cm]Of all the comrades th[Dm]at I've
had
there's none that's [C]left to boast
[Cm]an d I'm a[G]lone in my[Bb] misery
like some poor [Eb]wan dering [Cm]ghost
[C]an d as I pass [Eb]from [Bb]town to [Fm]town
They [G]call [C]me the ram[Dm]bling sign[G]
[G]Since the [C]days of old
When we [Fm]dug out the [Bb]gold
In [Dm]the d[Cm]ays of 4[Eb]9[Cm][C]