Bob Dylan - Days of 49

Days of 49 Bob Dylan I'm [Am]old Tom Moore from the [G]bummer's shore In the [Am]good old [G]golden [Am]days. They call me a bummer and a [G]gin sot, too But [Am]what cares [G]I for [Am]praise I [C]wander around from [Am]town to town [C] Just like a roving [Am]sign, And [C]all the people all say "T[Am]here goes Tom Moore in the [G]days of '4[Am]9. In the [F]days of old, in the [C]days of gold How [F]oftentimes I re[C]pine For the [F]days of old when we [C]dug up the gold In the [Am]d (dylanchords.info)

I'mdays 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 hel (guitaretab.com)

Days of 49 Bob Dylan [Intro] [Am] [Verse 1] [Am]I'm old Tom Moore from the [G]bummer's shore in the [Am]good old [G]golden [Am]days [Am]They call me a bummer and a [G]ginsot too, but [Am]what cares [G]I for p[Am]raise? I [C]wander around from [Am]town to town just [C]like a roving [Am]sign And [C]all the people say, "There [Am]goes Tom Moore, in the [G]days of '49"[Am] In the [F]days of old, in the [C]days of gold How [F]oft'times I re[C]pine for the [F]days of old When we [C]dug up t (azchords.com)