BOB DYLAN
- Days Of 49 Lyrics / with translationsI'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's 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 the days of '49"
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 "
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
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 the days of '49"
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game
He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind
In the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget
He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet
One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design
And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast
And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost
And I pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign
"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 "
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
Facts about Days Of 49
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Days Of 49 is written and performed by Bob Dylan.
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It is first released on June 08, 1970 as part of Bob Dylan's album "Self Portrait" which includes 24 tracks in total. This song is the 3rd track on this album.
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When we try to understand the message behind it, the song "Days Of 49" by Bob Dylan presents a nostalgic account of gold prospectors who traveled during the 1849 Gold Rush while using "digging up gold" as a metaphor for human beings who pursue their dreams while time moves forward. The lyrics of Days of 49 primarily present a nostalgic view which includes moments of reflection and feelings of despair and solitude and anxiousness. The song establishes nostalgia as an essential element which connects different elements of the song through its depiction of friendship and its exploration of adventurous experiences and its representation of difficult times and lost connections and solitary moments. The lyrics contain references to alcohol consumption and violence and coarse language which are suitable for a PG-13 rating. The themes and content may not be appropriate for younger audiences without parental guidance.
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Days Of 49 falls under the genre Rock.
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Days Of 49 song length is 5 minutes and 24 seconds.
Who wrote Days Of 49 lyrics?
Days Of 49 is written and performed by Bob Dylan.
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When was Days Of 49 released?
It is first released on June 08, 1970 as part of Bob Dylan's album "Self Portrait" which includes 24 tracks in total. This song is the 3rd track on this album.
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What is the meaning behind Days Of 49 lyrics?
When we try to understand the message behind it, the song "Days Of 49" by Bob Dylan presents a nostalgic account of gold prospectors who traveled during the 1849 Gold Rush while using "digging up gold" as a metaphor for human beings who pursue their dreams while time moves forward. The lyrics of Days of 49 primarily present a nostalgic view which includes moments of reflection and feelings of despair and solitude and anxiousness. The song establishes nostalgia as an essential element which connects different elements of the song through its depiction of friendship and its exploration of adventurous experiences and its representation of difficult times and lost connections and solitary moments. The lyrics contain references to alcohol consumption and violence and coarse language which are suitable for a PG-13 rating. The themes and content may not be appropriate for younger audiences without parental guidance.
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Which genre is Days Of 49?
Days Of 49 falls under the genre Rock.
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How long is the song Days Of 49?
Days Of 49 song length is 5 minutes and 24 seconds.
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Songwriter(s): Bob DylanRecord Label(s): Originally Released 1970 Sony Music Entertainment Inc
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