Olde Tyme Memry Cifras

Erik Petersen/Mischief Brew – Olde Tyme Mem’ry
 
[Intro]
D G Bm A G A G A x2
 
[Verse 1]
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
 
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[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
  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
 
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