Days of 49 Bob Dylan

[Verse 1]
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I wander around from town to town just like a roving sign
And all the people say, "There goes Tom Moore, in the days of '49"

[Chorus]
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

[Verse 2]
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew
A few hard cases I will recall though they all were brave and true
Whatever the pitch they never would flinch, they never would fret or whine
Like good old bricks they stood the kicks in the days of '49

[Chorus]
In the days of old, in the days of gold
How oft'times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49

[Verse 3]
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49