Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Days of 49

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 the days of 49"

In the days of old, in the days of gold

How ofttimes 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 ofttimes 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 hed 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 ofttimes 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 ofttimes 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 hed roar all night and I guess hes 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 ofttimes I repine for the days of old

When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.

Of the comrades all that Ive had, theres none thats left to boast

And Im 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 ofttimes I repine for the days of old

When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan - Days of 49 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 the days of 49" In the days of old, in the days of gold How ofttimes 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 ofttimes 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 hed 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 ofttimes 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 ofttimes 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 hed roar all night and I guess hes 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 ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49. Of the comrades all that Ive had, theres none thats left to boast And Im 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 ofttimes I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of 49. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Days of 49: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/8288.html Все тексты песен: Bob Dylan » Bob Dylan - No More Auction Block » Bob Dylan - Watered Down Love » Bob Dylan - In The Summertime » Bob Dylan - The Weight » Bob Dylan - Honest With Me » Bob Dylan - Positively 4th Street » Bob Dylan - Highway 51 Blues » Bob Dylan - Blowing In The Wind » Bob Dylan - Ugliest Girl in The World » Bob Dylan - Folsom Prison Blues » Bob Dylan - Trying To Get To Heaven » Bob Dylan - Can`t Wait » Bob Dylan - Bob Dylans 115th Dream » Bob Dylan - Watching The River Flow » Bob Dylan - The Groom`s Still Waiting At The Altar » Bob Dylan - I Threw It All Away » Bob Dylan - You`re No Good » Bob Dylan - Down The Highway » Bob Dylan - They Killed Him » Bob Dylan - Pressing On Рекомендуем скачать: » Браво - Этот город » Борис Моисеев - Танго-Кокаин » Борис Бляхман - Израиль спит, уставший от сует... » Бригадный подряд - Кошка » Борис Гордон - Стансы » Борис Вахнюк - То в сторонке от нежных обид... » Борис Вахнюк - Ну вот уже и лету вышел срок... » Балаган Лимитед - Колечко » Би-2 - На смерть » Беломорканал - ПАМЯТИ ДРУГА » Борис Бурда - Экзотическое танго » Борис Вайханский - Белая ночь » Борис Полоскин - Светочка » Бабкин Сергей - Забери » Булат Окуджава, Виктор Берковский - Дальняя дорога » Блестящие - А я все летала » Борис Бондарев - Город как город, дома как дома... » Булат Окуджава - Путешествие в памяти » Браво - Пилот 12-45 » Борис Моисеев - Черный бархат
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