Days of '49 by Rachel Sedacca Key : Bbm Capo : 1 Intro : | Am | G | G | Am | Am | G | G | Am | Am G G Am 1. This is a story of Patrick Swain, a farmer boy from the east. Am G G Am He heard the word about a big golden pie and was looking for his piece. Am G G Am Left his wife and his baby girl, he said, ：I・ll come back someday, Am G G Am I met a friend with a word to lend he said a wagon train・s going that way.； D Am D Am D Am * In the Days of ・49, the Days of ・49, the Days of ．49 G Am G Am Am Lookin・ for that gold to find. Workin・ in a dusty mine. Am G G Am 2. Well the wheels went around on the cold muddy ground; it was a long and rugged road. Am G G Am There was a hopeful man from every place in the land, searching for that mother lode. Am G G Am Many got sick with a shovel and pick, marking their final rest. Am G G Am Fightin・ the cold, young men got old on the wagon trains out west. Repeat * ; Solo 1 = Verse Am G G Am 3. Patrick・s wagon pulled in they cracked a bottle of gin, the vision within their grasp. Am G G Am Little did they know their little town would grow, big dreams of gold wouldn・t last. Am G G Am Forty thousand men had arrived by then, crowded by the river at dawn. Am G G Am With a flash in the pan of every man, some inspiration for keepin・ on. Repeat * Am G G Am 4. As the summer set in, Patrick・s spirit grew thin, the river was cloudy and cold. Am G G Am End of the pan, here came the businessman with machinery for minin・ gold. Am G G Am Come work for me cause as you can see, you・ll never do it on your own. Am G G Am Your pan and pick just don・t do the trick, I・m gonna blast right through that stone. Repeat * ; Solo 2 = Verse Am G G Am 5. Now Patrick and his company, gave in to the hunger and pain. Am G G Am Workin・ like slaves many dug their own graves in the chilly, mountain rains. Am G G Am In the dim saloon light, on a cold winter night he wrote a letter from his heart. Am G G Am My darlin・ dear, I just can・t make it here, this illusion has fallen apart. Repeat * Am G G Am 6. Finally spring blessed the mountain again, pointin・ wagons to the eastern shores. Am G G Am Patrick Swain was on that train, with nothing that he came there for. Am G G Am Now he・s found in a New England town turnin・ gray and growin・ old. Am G G Am Tellin・ his stories of the big rock quarries and his days of minin・ for gold. Repeat * G Am G Am Am Am Am^ Lookin・ for that gold to find. Workin・ in a dusty mine.