Old Tyme Memry
Mischief Brew
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D G When father bought the farm, weBm sold the farmA G Mistook his blood for rustic charmA G Sold his ghost as an antique toA the cityD G Bm Kids today can’t hold a spade,A G rest in peace your weary tradeA G In this world there is no place,A such a pityD G The barman shakes his head andBm fills my glassA G Says we’re living in the pastA G Why preserve a dying craft andA it’s misery?D G Bm I sigh and say “another modern man,A G One of property, not land”A G So I hold out this battered hand,A will you listen? [Chorus]D G Come sit down, we’re lamentingD G About yesterday’s sad endingBm G About the water in me whiskeyBm G And the brass passed off as goldA D G Another round, we’re descendingD G In to Old Tyme Mem’ryBm G Of a day when wood was woodenBm G Silver silver, gold was goldA D Sweet home was homeG Bm A G A G A [Verse 2]D G So you say you’ve got a new stoveBm in your second homeA G Runs on gas but looks like oakContinúa después del anuncioA G Hell, it even gives off smoke andA glowing embersD G There’s a quilt hung on the wallBm reads ‘Home Sweet Home’A G Below some wise word from ThoreauA G And they call me ‘throwback’ whenA I cry “Remember!” [Chorus]D G Come sit down, we’re lamentingD G About yesterday’s sad endingBm G About the water in me whiskeyBm G And the brass passed off as goldA D G Another round, we’re descendingD G In to Old Tyme Mem’ryBm G Of a day when wood was woodenBm G Silver silver, gold was goldA D Sweet home was homeG Bm A G A G A [Verse 3]D G Bm And son these tools are artifactsA G Endangered species left its tracksA G Lock me up behind plastic glass inA the cityD G Bm ‘Cos there’s no going back for meA G This antique rustic’s eulogyA G Shall be sold as folk artistry,A such a pity...D G Bm But I’ll never understandA G Why they all long to use those handsA To build a stead that will alwaysG A stand in old time countryD G But settle for white rooms andBm hollow doorsA G Paper ceilings, padded floorsA G Luxury boxes where you’re storedA in what was country [Chorus]D G Come sit down, we’re lamentingD G About yesterday’s sad endingBm G About the water in me whiskeyBm G And the brass passed off as goldA D G Another round, we’re descendingD G In to Old Tyme Mem’ryBm G Of a day when wood was woodenBm G Silver silver, gold was goldA D G Another round, we’re lamentingD G About yesterday’s sad endingBm G About the water in me whiskeyBm G And the brass passed off as goldA D G Another round, we’re descendingD G In to Old Tyme Mem’ryBm G Of a day when wood was woodenBm G Silver silver, gold was goldA D Sweet home was homeG Bm A G A G A