Chords for Bob Dylan - Days of '49 (Official Audio)

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I bought [G] Tombor from the bummer shore in the good old [Am] golden days
They _ _ _ _ _ call me [G] a bummer and a ginsot too but what cares I for [A] praise
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ I wander around from town to [C] town just like a roving sign
And all the people [Am] say there goes [G] Tombor in the days of [Am] 49 _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] In the [C] days of old, in the days of [F] gold, how often [C] times I requine
[F] For the days of old [C] when we dug up the [Am] gold in the days of 49 _
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My comrades [G] they all loved me well, jolly [Am] saucy crew
_ _ _ _ A few hard cases [G] I will recall, [Am] though they all were brave and true _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] Whatever the pit [Am] they never would flinch, [C] they never would fret [Am] or whine
_ _ [F] Like good old [C] bricks they stood the kicks in the [G] days [A] of 49 _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] In the days of [C] old, in the days of [F] gold, how often [C] times I requine
[F] For the days of old [C] when we dug up the gold [Am] in the days of 49 _ _
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That was New York [G] Jake, the [Am] butcher's boy, he was always getting tight
_ _ _ And every [G] time that he'd get full he was falling [Am] for a fight
_ [C] Then Jake [Am] rampaged against the night [C] in the hands of old Bob Sign
And over Jake they [Am] held awake [G] in the days of 49
[Am] In _ _ [F] the days of [C] old, in the days of [F] gold, how often [C] times I requine
[F] For the days of old [C] when we dug up the [Am] gold in the days of 49 _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There _ was poker [G] Bill, one of the boys [Am] who was always in a [G] game
_ Whether he [G] lost or whether he won, to him it was [Am] always the same _
[C] He would empty up [A] and draw his cards [C] and would go [Am] ahead for blind
[C] In a game with [Am] death, Bill lost his [G] breath in the days of [Am] 49
_ _ Oh my goodness! _ _
In the [C] days of old, in the days of [F] gold, in the grave times I [A] requine
In the days of old, in the days of [Am] gold, those were days of 49
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[A] That was ragtag [G] Bill from Buffalo, [Am] I never will forget _
_ He would roar all [G] day and he'd roar all [Am] night and I guess he's roaring yet
One _ [C] day he fell [Am] in a prospect hole [C] in a roaring [Am] bad design
[C] And in that [Am] hole he roared out his [G] soul in the days of [Am] 49
_ _ [F] In the days of [C] old, in the days of [F] gold, how often [C] times I requine
[F] For the days of old [C] when we dug up the [Am] gold in the days of 49 _
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_ _ _ Oh the comrades [G] all that I've [Am] had, there's none that's left of both
And I'm [G] left alone in my misery like some old boy wandering gold
[C] And I pass by [Am] from town to town, [C] they call me the [Am] rambling sign
[C] There goes [Am] time more upon the [G] shore in the days of [Am] 49
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In the days [C] of old, in the days of [F] gold, how often times I requine
For the days of old [C] when we dug up the gold [Am] in the days of 49 _ _
_ [F] In the days of [C] old when we dug up the gold, how often [Dm] times [C] I requine
[F] In the days of [C] old, in the days of [Am] gold, in the days of 49 _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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