Chords for Erik Petersen / Robert Blake - Old Tyme Mem'ry

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