Tom: C
C F Am
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
G F
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
G F G
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
C F Am G F
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
G F G
In this world there is no place, such a pity
C F Am
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
G F
Says we’re living in the past
G F G
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
C F Am
I sigh and say “another modern man,
G F
One of property, not land”
G F G
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?
[Chorus]
C F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
C F
About yesterday’s sad ending
Am F
About the water in me whiskey
Am F
And the brass passed off as gold
G C F
Another round, we’re descending
C F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Am F
Of a day when wood was wooden
Am F
Silver silver, gold was gold
G C
Sweet home was home
F Am G F G F G
[Verse 2]
C F Am
So you’ve got a new stove in your second home
G F
Runs on gas but looks like oak
G F G
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
C F Am
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
G F
Below some wise word from Thoreau
G F G
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”
[Chorus]
C F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
C F
About yesterday’s sad ending
Am F
About the water in me whiskey
Am F
And the brass passed off as gold
G C F
Another round, we’re descending
C F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Am F
Of a day when wood was wooden
Am F
Silver silver, gold was gold
G C
Sweet home was home
F Am G F G F G
[Verse 3]
C F Am
And son these tools are artifacts
G F
Endangered species left its tracks
G F G
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
C F Am
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
G F
This antique rustic’s eulogy
G F G
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...
C F Am
But I’ll never understand
G F
Why they all only use those hands
G F G
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
C F Am
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
G F
Paper ceilings, padded floors
G F G
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country.
[Chorus]
C F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
C F
About yesterday’s sad ending
Am F
About the water in me whiskey
Am F
And the brass passed off as gold
G C F
Another round, we’re descending
C F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Am F
Of a day when wood was wooden
Am F
Silver silver, gold was gold
G C F
Another round, we’re lamenting
C F
About yesterday’s sad ending
Am F
About the water in me whiskey
Am F
And the brass passed off as gold
G C F
Another round, we’re descending
C F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
Am F
Of a day when wood was wooden
Am F
Silver silver, gold was gold
G C
Sweet home was home
F Am G F G F G
