{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1930595,"song":"Days Of 49","artist":"Bob Dylan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/1930595-days-of-49-chords-by-bob-dylan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1930595?type=chord","rating":4.62026,"votes":39,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                         [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days [/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]Am[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThey call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise?[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]C[/ch]                  [ch]Am[/ch]                [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nI wander around from town to town just like a roving sign[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                          [ch]Am[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd all the people say, \"There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine for the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhen we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                   [ch]G[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nMy comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Am[/ch]            [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nA few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhatever the pinch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]Am[/ch]                     [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nLike good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine for the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhen we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                           [ch]G[/ch]                     [ch]Am[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThere was New York Jake, the butcher's boy, he was always getting tight[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]Am[/ch]       [ch]G[/ch]     [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nBut Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]              [ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine for the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhen we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 4]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]G[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]     [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThere was Poker Bill, one of the boys who was always in a game[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Am[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]                    [ch]C[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHe would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatfull blind[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]Am[/ch]                      [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIn the game with death Bill lost his breath, in the days of '49    'oh my goodness'[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]F[/ch]\r\nIn the day'times I repine in the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIn the days of gold, those where days of '49.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 5]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]    [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nThere was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                             [ch]G[/ch]                    [ch]Am[/ch]         [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nHe would roar all day and he'd roar all night and I guess he's roaring yet[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]                [ch]Am[/ch]                  [ch]C[/ch]             [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nOne day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]C[/ch]               [ch]Am[/ch]                          [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine for the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhen we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.[/tab]\r\n\r\n\r\n[Verse 6]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]                      [ch]Am[/ch]          [ch]G[/ch]       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nOf the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Am[/ch]                       [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Am[/ch]        [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]Am[/ch]                 [ch]C[/ch]                    [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nAnd I pass by from town to town, they call me the rambling sign[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                 [ch]Am[/ch]                  [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Am[/ch]\r\n\"There goes Tom Moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 \"[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nIn the days of old, in the days of gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]            [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine for the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]C[/ch]                       [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nWhen we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F[/ch]                   [ch]C[/ch]\r\nAnd the days of old when we dug up the gold[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F[/ch]             [ch]C[/ch]           [ch]F[/ch]\r\nHow oft'times I repine In the days of old[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]C[/ch]                   [ch]Am[/ch]\r\nIn the days of gold in the days of '49.  wooh![/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nAm\n\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 3]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 4]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 5]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 6]","chords":["Am","G","C","F","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"C":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,3,2,0,1,0],"frets":[0,3,2,0,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}