歌曲 | Days of '49 |
歌手 | Bob Dylan |
专辑 | Self Portrait |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Lomax, Warner |
[00:00.510] | music |
[00:17.60] | I'm old tom moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days |
[00:28.599] | They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ? |
[00:38.520] | I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign |
[00:44.570] | And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of '49 |
[00:55.20] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[00:58.50] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[01:02.130] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[01:06.810] | |
[01:12.800] | My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew |
[01:22.170] | A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true |
[01:32.630] | Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine |
[01:39.890] | Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 |
[01:50.140] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[01:53.200] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[01:57.110] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[02:01.820] | |
[02:09.89] | There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight |
[02:18.29] | And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight |
[02:26.109] | But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein |
[02:30.649] | And over jake they held a wake in the days of '49 |
[02:37.799] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[02:41.200] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[02:45.49] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[02:49.420] | |
[02:57.329] | There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game |
[03:02.839] | Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same |
[03:10.109] | He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind |
[03:15.690] | In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of '49 |
[03:25.679] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[03:29.299] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[03:39.19] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[03:43.989] | |
[03:44.399] | There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget |
[03:49.959] | He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and i guess he's roaring yet |
[03:57.320] | One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design |
[04:02.899] | And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 |
[04:10.49] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:12.560] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[04:18.219] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[04:20.10] | |
[04:30.380] | Of the comrades all that i've had, there's none that's left to boast |
[04:36.390] | And i'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost |
[04:42.20] | And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign |
[04:48.130] | there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 |
[04:55.219] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:57.810] | How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
[05:03.430] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
[05:08.979] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Lomax, Warner |
[00:00.510] | music |
[00:17.60] | I' m old tom moore from the bummer' s shore in that good old golden days |
[00:28.599] | They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ? |
[00:38.520] | I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign |
[00:44.570] | And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of ' 49 |
[00:55.20] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[00:58.50] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[01:02.130] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[01:06.810] | |
[01:12.800] | My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew |
[01:22.170] | A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true |
[01:32.630] | Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine |
[01:39.890] | Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of ' 49 |
[01:50.140] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[01:53.200] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[01:57.110] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[02:01.820] | |
[02:09.89] | There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight |
[02:18.29] | And every time that he' d get full he was spoiling for a fight |
[02:26.109] | But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein |
[02:30.649] | And over jake they held a wake in the days of ' 49 |
[02:37.799] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[02:41.200] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[02:45.49] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[02:49.420] | |
[02:57.329] | There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game |
[03:02.839] | Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same |
[03:10.109] | He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind |
[03:15.690] | In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of ' 49 |
[03:25.679] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[03:29.299] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[03:39.19] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[03:43.989] | |
[03:44.399] | There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget |
[03:49.959] | He would roar all day and he' d roar all night and i guess he' s roaring yet |
[03:57.320] | One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design |
[04:02.899] | And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of ' 49 |
[04:10.49] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:12.560] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[04:18.219] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[04:20.10] | |
[04:30.380] | Of the comrades all that i' ve had, there' s none that' s left to boast |
[04:36.390] | And i' m left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost |
[04:42.20] | And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign |
[04:48.130] | there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of ' 49 |
[04:55.219] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:57.810] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[05:03.430] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[05:08.979] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Lomax, Warner |
[00:00.510] | music |
[00:17.60] | I' m old tom moore from the bummer' s shore in that good old golden days |
[00:28.599] | They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ? |
[00:38.520] | I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign |
[00:44.570] | And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of ' 49 |
[00:55.20] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[00:58.50] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[01:02.130] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[01:06.810] | |
[01:12.800] | My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew |
[01:22.170] | A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true |
[01:32.630] | Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine |
[01:39.890] | Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of ' 49 |
[01:50.140] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[01:53.200] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[01:57.110] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[02:01.820] | |
[02:09.89] | There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight |
[02:18.29] | And every time that he' d get full he was spoiling for a fight |
[02:26.109] | But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein |
[02:30.649] | And over jake they held a wake in the days of ' 49 |
[02:37.799] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[02:41.200] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[02:45.49] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[02:49.420] | |
[02:57.329] | There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game |
[03:02.839] | Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same |
[03:10.109] | He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind |
[03:15.690] | In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of ' 49 |
[03:25.679] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[03:29.299] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[03:39.19] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[03:43.989] | |
[03:44.399] | There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget |
[03:49.959] | He would roar all day and he' d roar all night and i guess he' s roaring yet |
[03:57.320] | One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design |
[04:02.899] | And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of ' 49 |
[04:10.49] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:12.560] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[04:18.219] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[04:20.10] | |
[04:30.380] | Of the comrades all that i' ve had, there' s none that' s left to boast |
[04:36.390] | And i' m left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost |
[04:42.20] | And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign |
[04:48.130] | there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of ' 49 |
[04:55.219] | In the days of old, in the days of gold |
[04:57.810] | How oft' times i repine for the days of old |
[05:03.430] | When we dug up the gold, in the days of ' 49. |
[05:08.979] |
[00:17.60] | 我叫Tom Moore,49年代的一个流浪汉。在那个美好的金色岁月里 |
[00:28.599] | 他们也叫我懒汉和酒鬼,但我还有什么值得称赞的呢? |
[00:38.520] | 我在小镇间徘徊,就像一个流浪汉 |
[00:44.570] | 所有人都说,这是汤姆•摩尔,在49年的时候 |
[00:55.20] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[00:58.50] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[01:02.130] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |
[01:12.800] | 我的同志们,他们都很爱戴我,一群快乐而又俏皮的船员 |
[01:22.170] | 我能回忆起的一些艰难的状况里他们都是勇敢并且真实的 |
[01:32.630] | 不管怎么样 他们都不会退缩,也不会烦躁或抱怨。 |
[01:39.890] | 像古老的好砖一样,他们在49年的时候经受住了考验。 |
[01:50.140] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[01:53.200] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[01:57.110] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |
[02:09.89] | 来自纽约的Jake,那个屠夫男孩,他总是很紧张。 |
[02:18.29] | 每次都情绪高涨 渴望斗争 |
[02:26.109] | 但Jake对着老Bob stein 手中的一把刀横冲直撞 |
[02:30.649] | 他们在49年的时候 为杰克举办了守灵仪式 |
[02:37.799] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[02:41.200] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[02:45.49] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |
[02:57.329] | 有一个玩扑克的Bill,一个总是在游戏中的男孩 |
[03:02.839] | 不管他输了还是赢了,对他来说总是一样的 |
[03:10.109] | 他会下赌注,抽他的牌他会让你输得一败涂地 |
[03:15.690] | 在与死神的游戏中,比尔在49年失去了呼吸 |
[03:25.679] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[03:29.299] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[03:39.19] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |
[03:44.399] | 来自Buffalo的Bill,我永远不会忘记 |
[03:49.959] | 他会一整天咆哮,也会一整夜咆哮,我猜他现在还在咆哮 |
[03:57.320] | 有一天,他掉进了一个勘探坑里 咆哮这个糟糕的设计 |
[04:02.899] | 49年的时候,他在那个洞里咆哮出了自己的灵魂 |
[04:10.49] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[04:12.560] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[04:18.219] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |
[04:30.380] | 我所有的同志中,没有人自吹自擂 |
[04:36.390] | 而我就像一个可怜的游荡的鬼魂,独自一人在痛苦中 |
[04:42.20] | 我从一个城镇经过另一个城镇,他们称我为漫无目的的标志 |
[04:48.130] | Tom Moore,49年代的一个流浪汉。 |
[04:55.219] | 在那些过去的日子里 在那些黄金岁月里 |
[04:57.810] | 多少次我为过去的日子叹息 |
[05:03.430] | 当我们在49年的时候挖出黄金 |