Tone: [F]
Intro -x2-:
[F] [Bb] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C]
Verse 1:
[F]When father bought the [Bb]farm, we sold the [Dm]farm
Mistook his [C]blood for rustic [Bb]charm
Sold his [C]ghost as an anti[Bb]antique to the ci[C]city
[F]Kids t[Bb]today can’t hold a [Dm]
spade, rest in [C]peace your weary [Bb]trade
In this [C]world there is no pl[Bb]place, such a [C]pity
[F]The barman shakes his [Bb]head and fills my [Dm]glass
Says we’re [C]living in the [Bb]past
Why prese[C]rve a dying cr[Bb]aft and it’s mi[C]sery?
[F]I sigh and say “a[Bb]“another modern [Dm]man,
One of p[C]property, not [Bb]land”
So I hold o[C]ut this battered h[Bb]and, will you lis[C]ten?
Chorus:
Come sit do[F]down, we’re la[Bb]lamenting
About yest[F]yesterday’s sad en[Bb]ending
About the [Dm]water in me w[Bb]whiskey
And the [Dm]brass passed off as g[Bb]gold
Ano[C]ther r[F]ound, we’re des[Bb]cending
In to [F]Old Tyme Me[Bb]Mem’ry
Of a [Dm]day when wood was w[Bb]wooden
Silver [Dm]silver, gold was g[Bb]gold
Sweet h[C]home was h[F]home
Interlude:
[Bb] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C]
Verse 2:
So you [F]say you’ve got a [Bb]new
stove in your [Dm]second home
Runs on g[C]gas but looks like [Bb]oak
Hell, it e[C]ven gives off s[Bb]moke and glowing e[C]mbers
There’s a q[F]quilt hung on the
[Bb]wall reads ‘Home Sweet H[Dm]Home’
Below some w[C]wise word from Tho[Bb]Thoreau
And they call me ‘t[C]hrowback’ w[Bb]hen I cry “Rem[C]ember!”
Chorus:
Come sit do[F]down, we’re la[Bb]lamenting
About yest[F]yesterday’s sad en[Bb]ending
About the [Dm]water in me w[Bb]whiskey
And the [Dm]brass passed off as g[Bb]gold
Ano[C]ther r[F]ound, we’re des[Bb]cending
In to [F]Old Tyme Me[Bb]Mem’ry
Of a [Dm]day when wood was w[Bb]wooden
Silver [Dm]silver, gold was g[Bb]gold
Sweet h[C]home was h[F]home
Interlude:
[Bb] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C]
Verse 3:
[F] Son, these t[Bb]tools are arti[Dm]artifacts
Endangered s[C]species left its tr[Bb]tracks
Lock me u[C]p behind plastic gl[Bb]ass in the c[C]ity
‘Cos th[F]there’s no [Bb]going back for [Dm]me
This antique r[C]rustic’s eulo[Bb]eulogy
Shall be [C]sold as folk a[Bb]artistry, such a [C]pity...
[F]But I’ll ne[Bb]never underst[Dm]understand
Why they all l[C]long to use those h[Bb]hands
To build a st[C]ead that will
always st[Bb]and in old time co[C]untry
But se[F]ttle for white r[Bb]ooms and hollow d[Dm]oors
Paper ce[C]ceilings, padded f[Bb]floors
Luxury b[C]oxes where you’re st[Bb]ored in what was co[C]untry
Chorus:
Come sit do[F]down, we’re la[Bb]lamenting
About yest[F]yesterday’s sad en[Bb]ending
About the [Dm]water in me w[Bb]whiskey
And the [Dm]brass passed off as g[Bb]gold
Ano[C]ther r[F]ound, we’re des[Bb]cending
In to [F]Old Tyme Me[Bb]Mem’ry
Of a [Dm]day when wood was w[Bb]wooden
Silver [Dm]silver, gold was g[Bb]gold
Ano[C]ther r[F]ound, we’re la[Bb]menting
About yest[F]yesterday’s sad en[Bb]ending
About the [Dm]water in me w[Bb]whiskey
And the [Dm]brass passed off as g[Bb]gold
Ano[C]ther r[F]ound, we’re des[Bb]cending
In to [F]Old Tyme Me[Bb]Mem’ry
Of a [Dm]day when wood was w[Bb]wooden
Silver [Dm]silver, gold was g[Bb]gold
Sweet h[C]home was h[F]home
Outro:
[Bb] [Dm] [C] [Bb] [C] [Bb] [C] [F]
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