Текст песни Days of '49 - Bob Dylan
I'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
often
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's
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
often
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
In
the
day
of
times
i
repine
in
the
days
of
old
In
the
days
of
gold,
those
were
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
ol'
poor
wandering
ghost
And
i
pass
by
from
town
to
town,
they
call
me
the
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
often
times
i
repine
for
the
days
of
old
When
we
dug
up
the
gold,
in
the
days
of
'49
In
the
days
of
old,
when
we
dug
up
the
gold
How
oft'times
i
repine
in
the
days
of
old
In
the
days
of
gold,
in
the
days
of
'49
1 All the Tired Horses - Remastered
2 Alberta #1
3 I Forgot More Than You'll Ever Know
4 Days of '49
5 Early Mornin' Rain
6 In Search Of Little Sadie
7 Let It Be Me
8 Little Sadie
9 Woogie Boogie
10 Belle Isle
11 Living the Blues
12 Like a Rolling Stone
13 Copper Kettle
14 Gotta Travel On
15 Blue Moon - Remastered
16 The Boxer
17 Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn) - Studio Outtake - 1967
18 Take Me as I Am (Or Let Me Go) - Remastered
19 Take a Message to Mary
20 it Hurts Me Too
21 Minstrel Boy
22 She Belongs to Me
23 Wigwam
24 Alberta #2
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