Chords for MISCHIEF BREW - Old Tyme Mem'ry | A Fistful Of Vinyl

[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _ [Dm] _ _ [Fm] _ [N]
Alright, yeah.
I can do that all the time, remember?
That would make me really happy, man.
Cool.
That would make me happy.
[F] _ When [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _
[Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] father bought the [Bb] farm, we [D] sold the farms, [Bb] took his blood [F] for [Bb] rustic charms, sold his
[C] ghost as an antique [F] to the city.
And kids [Bb] today can't [Dm] hold a spade, rest in [C] peace ye old [Bb] weary trades.
In this [Cm] world there [Bb] is no place, such a [Eb] pity.
[Fm] While the barman shakes his [Bb] head and [Dm] fills my glass, says we're [C] living [Bb] in the past.
Why [Cm] preserve a [Bb] dying craft in this [D] misery?
We sigh and say [Bbm] another [Dm] modern man, [D] want a property [Bb] not land.
So I'll hold [Cm] out this [Bb] battered hand, will you [C] listen?
[D] [F] Come sit down, we're [Bbm] lamenting [F] about yesterday's sad ending.
About the [Dm] water and the [Bb] whiskey, [Dm] the brass passed [Bb] off as [C] gold.
[F] Another round, we're [Bb] descending [F] into old time [Bb] memory [Dm] of a day when wood was [Bb] wooden, silver,
[Dm] silver, [Bb] gold was gold, [C] sweet home [F] was home.
[Bb] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [C] So [F] you say you got a [Bb] wood stove [Dm] in your second home, runs [Cm] on gas but looks [Bb] like oak.
Hail [Fm] it [C] even gives [Bb] off smoke and [C] glowing embers.
[F] There's a quilt hung on the wall, reads home [Dm] sweet home, below [C] some wise words from [Bb] Thoreau.
And [Cm] they call me a [Bb] throwback when I cry, [C] remember?
[Fm] Come sit down, we're [Bb]
lamenting [F] about yesterday's [Bb] sad ending.
About [B] the water and [Bb] the [Dm] whiskey, the brass passed off [Bb] as gold.
[C] [Fm] Another round, we're [Bb] descending into [F] old [Bb] time memory [Dm] of a day when wood [Bb] was wooden,
silver, [Dm] silver, gold [Bb] was gold, [Fm] sweet home was home.
[Bb] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _
[Bb] _ _ _ [Cm] _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[Dm] _ _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _
_ [Am] _ _ [F] _ Son, [Bb] these tools [A] are artifacts, endangered [C] species left [Bb] its tracks.
[C] So lock me up in [Bb] a plastic flask [C] in the city.
[F] [Eb] There's [Bbm] no going back [Dm] for me, this [C] antique,
rustic [Bb] eulogy shall [C] be sold as [Bb] folk artistry.
Such [C] a pity, _ [Fm] but [Bb] I'll never [Dm] understand why they [C] all long [Bb] to use those hands to build [C] a
stead that [Bb] will always stand in old [C] time [F] country.
But settle for [Bbm] white rooms [Dm] and hollow doors, paper [C] ceilings, [Bb] padded floors, luxury [Cm] boxes
[Bb] where you're stored in what was [C] country.
[F] Ah, come sit down, we're [Bb] lamenting [F] about [Bb] yesterday's sad ending.
[Dm] About the water [Bb] and the whiskey, [Dm] the brass passed [Bb] off as [C] gold.
[Fm] Another round, [Bb] we're descending [Fm] into old [Bb] time memory [Dm] of a day when [Bb] wood was wooden,
[Dm] silver, silver, gold [Bb] was [C] gold.
Another [Fm] round, [Bb] we're lamenting [Fm] about [Bb] yesterday's sad ending.
About [Dm] the water and [Bb] the [Dm] whiskey, the brass passed off [Bb] as gold.
[F] Another round, we're [Bb] descending into [Fm] [Bb] old time memory _ of _ _ [Am] [D] a day [A] when wood [Bb] was [Dm] wooden,
silver, [A] silver, [Bb] gold was [C] gold, sweet home [F] was home.
[Bb] _ [Fm] _
[Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ [Bb] _
_ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ That _ [Em] was fun.
_ _ _ _ [F] [N] Mm-hmm.
Sweet.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Was that good?
Yeah. _ _ _