D G Bm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
A G
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
A G A
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
D G Bm A G
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
A G A
In this world there is no place, such a pity
D G Bm
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
A G
Says we’re living in the past
A G A
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
D G Bm
I sigh and say “another modern man,
A G
One of property, not land”
A G A
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 2]
D G Bm
So you say you’ve got a new stove in your second home
A G
Runs on gas but looks like oak
A G A
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
D G Bm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
A G
Below some wise word from Thoreau
A G A
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
[Verse 3]
D G Bm
And son these tools are artifacts
A G
Endangered species left its tracks
A G A
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
D G Bm
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
A G
This antique rustic’s eulogy
A G A
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...
D G Bm
But I’ll never understand
A G
Why they all long to use those hands
A G A
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
D G Bm
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
A G
Paper ceilings, padded floors
A G A
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country
[Chorus]
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D G
Another round, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me whiskey
Bm G
And the brass passed off as gold
A D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
G Bm A G A G A
