Intro (x2): F Bb Dm C Bb C Bb C

Verse 1:
F                      Bb                Dm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
            C                Bb
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
         C               Bb           C
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
F     Bb                Dm             C                Bb
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
        C                   Bb          C
In this world there is no place, such a pity


F                     Bb                Dm
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
           C             Bb
Says we’re living in the past
         C             Bb             C
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
F                Bb            Dm
I sigh and say “another modern man,
        C            Bb
One of property, not land”
           C                 Bb               C
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?

Chorus:
           F           Bb
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          F             Bb
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Dm           Bb
About the water in me whiskey
        Dm                   Bb
And the brass passed off as gold
   C     F              Bb
Another round, we’re descending
      F          Bb
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Dm                 Bb
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Dm                Bb
Silver silver, gold was gold
       C        F
Sweet home was home

Interlude: Bb Dm C Bb C Bb C

Verse 2:
       F                Bb                Dm
So you say you’ve got a new stove in your second home
         C                 Bb
Runs on gas but looks like oak
          C              Bb                C
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
           F                Bb                      Dm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
            C                Bb
Below some wise word from Thoreau
                   C          Bb            C
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”

Chorus:
           F           Bb
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          F             Bb
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Dm           Bb
About the water in me whiskey
        Dm                   Bb
And the brass passed off as gold
   C     F              Bb
Another round, we’re descending
      F          Bb
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Dm                 Bb
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Dm                Bb
Silver silver, gold was gold
       C        F
Sweet home was home

Interlude: Bb Dm C Bb C Bb C

Verse 3:
F             Bb           Dm
  Son, these tools are artifacts
            C                 Bb
Endangered species left its tracks
         C                  Bb          C
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
       F        Bb             Dm
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
              C           Bb
This antique rustic’s eulogy
         C             Bb              C
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...


F          Bb         Dm
But I’ll never understand
              C                 Bb
Why they all long to use those hands
             C                      Bb                C
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
      F               Bb               Dm
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
        C               Bb
Paper ceilings, padded floors
        C                   Bb                 C
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country

Chorus:
           F           Bb
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          F             Bb
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Dm           Bb
About the water in me whiskey
        Dm                   Bb
And the brass passed off as gold
   C     F              Bb
Another round, we’re descending
      F          Bb
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Dm                 Bb
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Dm                Bb
Silver silver, gold was gold


   C     F             Bb
Another round, we’re lamenting
          F             Bb
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Dm           Bb
About the water in me whiskey
        Dm                   Bb
And the brass passed off as gold
   C     F              Bb
Another round, we’re descending
      F          Bb
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Dm                 Bb
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Dm                Bb
Silver silver, gold was gold
       C        F
Sweet home was home

Outro:
   Bb Dm C Bb C Bb C
   F
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