Chords for Olde Tyme Mem'ry

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_ _ _ [D] When father bought the farm, we sold the farm.
Stole his blood for rustic charm.
Sold his ghost as an [F] antique to the city.
_ [Bb] Kids today [D] can't hold a spade.
Rest in [Bb] peace, you weary trades.
In [F] this world [Bb] there is no place such a pity.
Well the barman shakes his head and fills my glass.
[F] Says we're living in the past.
Why preserve a dying craft and its misery?
We sigh and [Bb] say another [Ab] modern man.
One of property not land.
[F] So I'll hold out this battered hand.
Well you listen, come sit down.
[Bb] We're [F] lamenting about yesterday's [Bb] sad ending.
[Dm] Bout the water in me [Bb] whiskey.
[Dm] The brass [Bb] passed off as [C] gold.
[F] Another round [Bb] we're descending [F] into old [Bb] time memory.
[Dm] Of a day when [Bb] wood was wooden.
[Dm] Silver silver [Bb] gold was [C] gold.
Sweet [F] home was [Bb] home.
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_ _ [C] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] [F] So you say you got a wood [Bb] stove in [Dm] your second home.
[C] Runs on gas but [Bb] looks like oak.
[C] Hell it even [Bb] gives off smoke and [C] glowing embers.
[F] There's a quill hung [Bb] on the wall.
Reach [Dm] home sweet home.
[C] Below some wise words [Bb] from Thoreau.
[C] And they call me a [Bb] throwback when I [C] cry.
Remember [F] come sit down.
[Bb] We're lamenting [F] about [Bb] yesterday's sad ending.
Bout [Dm] the water in me whiskey.
The brass [Bb] passed off [C] as gold.
[F] Another round we're [Bb] descending [F] into old time [Bb] memory.
[Dm] Of a day when wood [Bb] was wooden.
[Dm] Silver silver [Bb] gold was [C] gold.
[F] Sweet home was home.
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Son these tools [Dm] are artifacts.
[C] Endangered [Bb] species left its tracks.
So lock [C] me up [Bb] behind plastic glass in [C] the city.
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[Bb] There's no going [Dm] back for me.
This [C] antique's [Bb] rustic eulogy.
Shall [C] be sold as [Bb] folk artistry.
[C] Such a pity.
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But [Bb] I'll [Dm] never understand why they [C] all long [Bb] to use those hands.
To build a [C] stead that [Bb] will always stand.
An old time [C] country.
[F] But settle for white rooms and [Dm] hollow doors.
[C] Paper ceilings, [Bb] padded floors.
[C] Luxury boxes [Bb] where y'all stored in what [C] was country.
[F] Ah come sit down.
We're [Bb] [F] lamenting about yesterday's [Bb] sad [Dm] ending.
Bout the water in me [Bb] whiskey.
[Dm] The brass passed [Bb] off as [C] gold.
[F] Another round [Bb] we're descending [F] into old [Bb] time [Dm] memory.
Of a day when wood [Bb] was [Dm] wooden.
Silver silver [Bb] gold [C] was gold.
[F] Another round we're [Bb] [F] lamenting about yesterday's [Bb] sad ending.
[Dm] Bout the water in me [Bb] whiskey.
[Dm] The brass passed [Bb] off as [C] gold.
[F] Another round [Bb] we're descending [F] into [Dm] old [Bb] time memory.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] [D] Of a day when wood was wooden.
Silver silver [Gm] gold was gold.
[F] Sweet home was home.
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