Acordes de guitarra para Days Of 49 (var.2) de Bob Dylan descargar gratis, leer o reproducir online. Info de archivo: .txt, 1.67 kb, 175 visualizaciones y 0 descargas.
Am G
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
Am G Am
In the good old golden days.
G
They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
Am G Am
But what cares I for praise
C Am
I wander around from town to town
C Am
Just like a roving sign,
C Am
And all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore
G Am
in the days of '49.
F C
In the days of old, in the days of gold
F C
How oftentimes I repine
F C
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
Am
In the days of '49.
There was Nantuck Bill, I knew him well,
A feller that was fond of tricks.
At a poker game he was always there
And heavy with his bricks.
He would ante up and draw his cards
And go in a hatfull blind
In a game of bluff, Bill lost his breath
In the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, a butcher boy
He was always getting tight.
And every time that he got full
He was always hunting a fight.
One night he run up against a knife
In the hands of old Bob Kline
And over Jake they held a wake
In the days of '49.
There was poor old Jess, the old lame cuss
He never would relent.
Her never was known to miss a drink
Or ever spend a cent.
At length old Jess like all the rest
Who never would decline,
In all his bloom went up the flume
In the days of '49.
There was roaring 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 night he fell in a prospector's hole
In a roaring bad design,
In in that hole roared out his soul
In the days of '49