Misc Traditional – Days Of Forty-Nine (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
Am G We are gazing now on old Tom Moore, Am G Am A relic of bygone days Am G 'Tis a bummer, too, they call me now, Am G Am But what cares I for praise? C G It's oft, says I, for the days gone by Am G It's oft do I repine Am G For the days of old when we dug out the gold Am G Am In those days of Forty-Nine
[Verse 2]
Am G My comrades they all loved me well, Am G Am The jolly, saucy crew; Am G A few hard cases, I will admit Am G Am Though they were brave and true C G Whatever the pinch, they ne'er would flinch; Am G They never would fret nor whine Am G Like good old bricks they stood the kicks Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine
[Verse 3]
Am G There's old "Aunt Jess," that hard old cuss, Am G Am Who never would repent; Am G He never missed a single meal, Am G Am Not never paid a cent. C G But old "Aunt Jess," like all the rest, Am G At death he did resign Am G And in his bloom went up the flume Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine
[Verse 4]
Am G There is Ragshag Jim, the roaring man, Am G Am Who could out-roar a buffalo, you bet, Am G He roared all day and he roared all night, Am G Am And I guess he is roaring yet. C G One night Jim fell in a prospect hole, Am G It was a roaring bad design, Am G And in that hole Jim roared out his soul Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine.
[Verse 5]
Am G There is Wylie Bill, the funny man, Am G Am Who was full of funny tricks, Am G And when he was in a poker game Am G Am He was always hard as bricks. C G He would ante you a stud, he would play you a draw Am G He'd go you a hatful blind, Am G In a struggle with death Bill lost his breath Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine.
[Verse 6]
Am G There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, Am G Am Who was fond of getting tight. Am G And every time he got on a spree Am G Am He was spoiling for a fight. C G One night Jake rampaged against a knife Am G In the hands of old Bob Sine, Am G And over Jake they held a wake Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine.
[Verse 7]
Am G There was Monte Pete, I'll ne'er forget Am G Am The luck he always had, Am G He would deal for you both day and night Am G Am Or as long as he had a scad. C G It was a pistol shot that lay Pete out, Am G It was his last resign, Am G And it caught Pete dead sure in the door Am G Am In the days of Forty-Nine.
[Verse 8]
Am G Of all the comrades that I've had Am G Am There's none that's left to boast, Am G And I am left alone in my misery Am G Am Like some poor wandering ghost. C G And as I pass from town to town, Am G They call me the rambling sign, Am G Since the days of old and the days of gold, Am G Am And the days of Forty-Nine.