Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
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from the bummer's shore
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In the good old golden days
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They call me a bum and a gin- soaked hoo
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But what care I for praise
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I've wandered around from
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They call me the Ramblin' Sign
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And all the people say,
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"There goes Tom Moore
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In the days of forty- nine."
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My comrades they all loved me well
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A jolly saucy crew
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A few hard cases I will recall
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Though they were all
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brave and true
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Whatever the pinch they
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They never would fret or whine
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And like good old bricks they took the kicks
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In the days of forty- nine
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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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When we dug up the gold
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In the days of forty- nine
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There was Big Bad Bob from Buffalo
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Him I can't forget
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He would roar all day and
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he would roar all night
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And I guess he's a- roarin' yet
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One day he fell in a prospect hole
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In a roarin' bad design
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And in that hole he roared out his soul
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In the days of forty- nine
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When we dug up the gold
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How oft'times I repine
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In the days of old
When we dug up the gold
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In the days of forty- nine
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Now
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Poker Bill was one of the boys
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He was always in a game
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Whether he won or whether he lost
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To him it was all the same
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He would ante up and draw his cards
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And go a hundred dollars blind
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In a game with death Bill lost his breath
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In the days of forty- nine
There was New York Jake,
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He was always gettin' tight
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And every time that he got full
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He was coilin' for a fight
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And old Jake rampaged against the knife
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In the hands of old Bob Sykes
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And over Jake they held a wake
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In the days of forty- nine
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When we dug up the gold
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How oft'times I repine
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In the days of old
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When we dug up the gold
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In the days of forty- nine
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My comrades now they've all gone
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There's none that's left to boast
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And I'm left alone in my misery
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Like the son of a wan derin' ghost
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I've wandered around from
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Cm
They call me the Ramblin' Sign
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And all the people say,
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"There goes Tom Moore
Cm
In the days of forty- nine."
Eb
When we dug up the gold
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Eb
How oft'times I repine
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Cm
In the days of old
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Cm
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Ab
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When we dug up the gold
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Cm
In the days of forty- nine
Outro 1
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