Log in

One click and you are in

Login with Facebook Login with Google

Why sign up and log in

Guitar Tabs Explorer
Bob Dylan guitar chords for Days of 49

Guitar chords with lyrics

A chord diagramA minorAm                     A chord diagramG+G
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore
       A chord diagramA minorAm       A chord diagramG+G      A chord diagramA minorAm
In the good old golden days.
                            A chord diagramG+G
They call me a bummer and a gin sot, too
    A chord diagramA minorAm         A chord diagramG+G     A chord diagramA minorAm
But what cares I for praise
  A chord diagramC majorC                  A chord diagramA minorAm
I wander around from town to town
A chord diagramC majorC                   A chord diagramA minorAm
 Just like a roving sign,
    A chord diagramC majorC                             A chord diagramA minorAm
And all the people all say "There goes Tom Moore
       A chord diagramG+G         A chord diagramA minorAm
in the days of '49.
       A chord diagramFF                   A chord diagramC majorC
In the days of old, in the days of gold
    A chord diagramFF              A chord diagramC majorC
How oftentimes I repine
        A chord diagramFF                   A chord diagramC majorC
For the days of old when we dug up the gold
       A chord diagramA minorAm
In the days of '49.


There was Nantuck Bill, I knew him well,
A chord diagramA augmentedA 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

Almost there ...

Sign in to get your own page with links to favourite songs and more. You are just one click away...

Login with Facebook Login with Google