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  19 <h1 class="songtitle">Farewell To The Gold</h1>
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  22 <p>Written by the New Zealand folk musician Paul Metzers<br />
  23 Played live by Dylan in Youngstown, OH Nov 2, 1992<br />
  24 Tabbed by Eyolf &Oslash;strem</p>
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  26 <p>Chords used:</p>
  27 <pre class="chords">
  28 Em7   xx2033
  29 Cadd9 x32030  most often this seems to be played as a straight C
  30 </pre>
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  34 <pre class="verse">
  35 D        Em7   C                D
  36 Shotover River, your gold it is waning
  37          C(add9)         D          G       D
  38 And it's years since the color I've seen.
  39 D           Em7      C         D
  40 No use just sitting, Lady Luck blaming
  41      C(add9)     D            G       C/g  G
  42 I'll pack up and make a break clean.
  43 </pre>
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  45 <pre class="refrain">
  46 D               Dsus4 D      G       D
  47 Farewell to the gold    that never I found,
  48     D          Dsus4 D      G          D
  49 Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound;
  50          G         C             G         D
  51 For it's only when dreaming that I see you gleaming
  52      C           D         G
  53 Down in the dark deep underground.
  54 </pre>
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  56 <pre class="verse">
  57 It's nearly three years since I left my old mother
  58 For adventure and gold by the pound.
  59 With Jimmy the prospector, he was another,
  60 For the hills of Otago we were bound.
  61 </pre>
  62
  63 <pre class="refrain">
  64 Farewell . . .
  65 </pre>
  66
  67 <pre class="verse">
  68 We worked the Cardrona's dry valley all over
  69 Old Jimmy Williams and me.
  70 They were panning good dust on the winding shotover
  71 So we headed down there just to see.
  72 </pre>
  73
  74 <pre class="refrain">
  75 Farewell . . .
  76 </pre>
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  78 <pre class="verse">
  79 We sluiced and we cradled for day after day
  80 Barely making enough to get by;
  81 Then a terrible flood swept poor Jimmy away
  82 During six stormy days in July.
  83 </pre>
  84
  85 <pre class="refrain">
  86 Farewell . . .
  87 </pre>
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