Year Of Forty Nine

Year Of Forty Nine (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6524)Well, you’re gazing now at gold miner JonesA left over from bygone daysBut I want it known I’m still on my bonesAnd I ain’t here lookin’ for praiseIt’s often my mind dreams of days grown oldAnd yes, it’s seems I do repineFor the days of old when we mined the goldBack in the year of forty nineMy comrades I tell, they treated me wellAlthough they were a raunchy crewThey were as rough as grit I must admitBut they were miners brave and true(instrumental)When we were in a pinch, none gave an inchI never heard them moan or whineAnd just like good old men they all kicked inBack in the year of forty nineNow, of all the old miners I have knownThere ain’t but one left here to boastAnd I want it known I’m still on my bonesAlthough I’m looking like a ghostNow, as I roam along from town to townOld folks think I’m the next in lineCause I’ve spent my gold from the days of oldBack in the year of forty nine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.