<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=57167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Days Of 49</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days<br>They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? <br>I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign<br>And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of 49<br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.<br>My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew<br>A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true<br>Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine<br>Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of 49<br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.<br>There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight<br>And every time that hed get full he was spoiling for a fight<br>But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein<br>And over jake they held a wake in the days of 49<br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.<br>There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game<br>Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same<br>He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind<br>In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of 49<br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.<br>There was ragshag bill from buffalo, I never will forget<br>He would roar all day and hed roar all night and I guess hes roaring yet<br>One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design<br>And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of 49<br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.<br>Of the comrades all that Ive had, theres none thats left to boast<br>And Im left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost<br>And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign<br>There goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of 49 <br>In the days of old, in the days of gold<br>How ofttimes I repine for the days of old<br>When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=57167" data-title="Days Of 49" data-description="Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ? I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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