Erik Petersen - Old tyme memry

When ^Dfather bought the ^Gfarm, we sold the ^Bmfarm Mistook his^A blood for rustic charm^G Sold his ghost^A as an antique^G, to the c^Aity

^D And kids today ^Gcan’t hold a ^Bmspade Rest in ^Apeace, ye olde weary ^Gtrades In this world^A, there is no ^Gplace, such a ^Apity

Well, the ^Dbarman shakes his ^Ghead and fills my ^Bmglass Says we’re ^Aliving in the ^Gpast “Why ^Apreserve a dying ^Gcraft? End its ^Amisery.”

We ^Dsigh and say, ^G“Another modern ^Bmman One of ^Aproperty not ^Gland.” So I’ll hold ^Aout this battered^G hand Will you^A listen?

Come sit d^Down, we’re lame^Gnting About ^Dyesterday’s sad ^Gending About the ^Bmwater in me’ w^Ghiskey The ^Bmbrass passed off as^G gold Another ^Dround, we’re ^Gdescending Into ^Dolde time^G mem’ry Of a ^Bmday when wood was ^Gwooden Silver ^Bmsilver, gold was^G gold Sweet ^Ahome was^D home

So you ^Dsay you got a wood ^Gstove in your second h^Bmome Runs on ^Agas but looks like ^Goak Hell, it ^Aeven gives off ^Gsmoke and glowing ^Aembers

There’s a ^Dquilt hung on the w^Gall, reads “Home Sweet H^Bmome.” Below, some ^Awise words from ^GThoreau And they ^Acall me a throwback ^Gwhen I cry, “^ARemember?”

Come sit d^Down, we’re lame^Gnting About ^Dyesterday’s sad ^Gending About the ^Bmwater in me’ w^Ghiskey The ^Bmbrass passed off as^G gold Another ^Dround, we’re ^Gdescending Into ^Dolde time^G mem’ry Of a ^Bmday when wood was ^Gwooden Silver ^Bmsilver, gold was^G gold Sweet ^Ahome was^D home

^D Son, these ^Gtools are ar^Bmtifacts Endangered ^Aspecies left its ^Gtracks So lock me ^Aup behind plastic ^Gglass in the ^Acity

^D There’s no ^Ggoing back for ^Bmme This ^Aantique’s rustic ^Geulogy Shall be ^Asold as folk ^Gartistry, such a ^Apity

^D But I’ll ^Gnever understa^Bmnd Why they all^A long to use those ^Ghands To build a ^Astead that will always ^Gstand in “olde tyme” ^Acountry

^DBut settle for white^G rooms and hollow ^Bmdoors Paper ^Aceilings, padded ^Gfloors Luxury ^Aboxes where you’re ^Gstored in what was ^Acountry

Come sit d^Down, we’re lame^Gnting About ^Dyesterday’s sad ^Gending About the ^Bmwater in me’ w^Ghiskey The ^Bmbrass passed off as^G gold Another ^Dround, we’re ^Gdescending Into ^Dolde time^G mem’ry Of a ^Bmday when wood was ^Gwooden Silver ^Bmsilver, gold was^G gold Sweet ^Ahome was^D home

Come sit d^Down, we’re lame^Gnting About ^Dyesterday’s sad ^Gending About the ^Bmwater in me’ w^Ghiskey The ^Bmbrass passed off as^G gold Another ^Dround, we’re ^Gdescending Into ^Dolde time^G mem’ry Of a ^Bmday when wood was ^Gwooden Silver ^Bmsilver, gold was^G gold Sweet ^Ahome was^D home