D G Bm When father bought the farm, we sold the farmA G Mistook his blood for rustic charmA G A Sold his ghost as an antique to the cityD G Bm A G Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary tradeA G A In this world there is no place, such a pityD G Bm The barman shakes his head and fills my glassA G Says we’re living in the pastA 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 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 Bm So you say you’ve got a new stove in your second homeA G Runs on gas but looks like oakA G A Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embersD G Bm There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’A G Below some wise word from ThoreauA G A And they call me ‘throwback’ when 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 A Lock me up behind plastic glass in the cityD G Bm ‘Cos there’s no going back for meA G This antique rustic’s eulogyA G A Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...D G Bm But I’ll never understandA G Why they all long to use those handsA G A To build a stead that will always stand in old time countryD G Bm But settle for white rooms and hollow doorsA G Paper ceilings, padded floorsA G A Luxury boxes where you’re stored 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
Old Tyme Memry
Mischief Brew
- A
- Bm
- D
- G
Continua depois do anúncio
Tom: