Bob Dylan - days of 49

톰 모어는 1849년 금광 시대에 대한 회상을 통해, 자신의 고난과 동료들과의 우정을 이야기한다
그는 그 시절을 그리워하며 용감한 동료들과의 경험을 나누고, 이 중에서 뉴욕 제이크와의 일화도 성격을 드러낸다
과거의 추억은 그에게 소중한 몽환이 된다

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"
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
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
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
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