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I'm old tom moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days |
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They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares i for praise ? |
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I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign |
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And all the people say, there goes tom moore, in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
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When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew |
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A few hard cases i will recall though they all were brave and true |
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Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine |
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Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
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When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight |
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And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight |
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But jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein |
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And over jake they held a wake in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
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When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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There was poker bill, one of the boys who was always in a game |
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Whether he lost or whether he won, to him it was always the same |
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He would ante up and draw his cards and he would you go a hatful blind |
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In the game with death bill lost his breath, in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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In the day of times i repine |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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Those were days of 49 |
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There was ragshag bill from buffalo, i never will forget |
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He would roar all day and he'd roar all night and i guess he's roaring yet |
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One day he fell in a prospect hole, in a roaring bad design |
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And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
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When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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Of the comrades all that i've had, there's none that's left to boast |
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And i'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost |
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And i pass by from town to town, they call me a rambling sign |
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there goes tom moore, a bummer shore in the days of '49 |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold |
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How oft'times i repine for the days of old |
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When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49. |
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In the days of old, When we dug up the gold |
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How oft'times i repine |
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In the days of old, in the days of gold , in the days of 49. |
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