Days of ’49

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer shore in the good old golden days They call me a bummer and a gin sot too, but what care I for praise? I wander around from town to town like a roving sign All the people say, "There goes Tom Moore in the days of '49" [Chorus] In the days of old, in the days of gold Often I repine The days of old when we dug up the gold In the days of '49 [Verse 2] My comrades they all loved me well, jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true Well now, whatever the pitch they never would flinch They never would fret or whine The good old picks, they stood the kicks in the days of '49 [Chorus] In the days of old, in the days of gold Now often I repine In the days of old when we dug up the gold In the days of '49 [Verse 3] Now the comrades all that I had, there's none that's left to boast Oh, I'm left alone in my misery like some poor old wandering ghost Yeah, and I pass by from town to town, they call me the rambling sign "There goes Tom Moore, a bummer sure in the days of '49" [Chorus] In the days of old, in the days of gold Now often I repine In the days of old when we dug up the gold In the days of '49 Yeah, in the days of old, in the days of gold Now often I repine In the days of old when we dug up the gold In the days of '49