Olde Tyme Mem’ry

Lyrics

[Verse 1] When father bought the farm, we sold the farm Mistook his blood for rustic charm Sold his ghost as an antique to the city And kids today can't hold a spade Rest in peace, your weary trades In this world, there is no place Such a pity [Verse 2] Well, the barman shakes his head and fills my glass Says we're living in the past "Why preserve a dying craft? End its misery" We sigh and say, "Another modern man One of property, not land" So, I'll hold out this battered hand Will you listen? [Chorus] Come sit down, we're lamenting About yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending Into old time memory Of a day when wood was wooden Silver, silver, gold was gold Sweet home was home [Verse 3] So you say you got a wood stove in your second home Runs on gas but looks like oak Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers There's a quilt hung on the wall, reads "Home sweet home" Below, some wise words from Thoreau And they call me a throwback When I cry, "Remember?" [Chorus] Come sit down, we're lamenting About yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending Into old time memory Of a day when wood was wooden Silver, silver, gold was gold Sweet home was home [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5] Son, these tools are artifacts Endangered species left its tracks So lock me up behind plastic glass in the city There's no going back for me This antique's rustic eulogy Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity [Verse 6] But I'll never understand Why they all long to use those hands To build a stead that will always stand In old time country But settle for white rooms and hollow doors Paper ceilings, padded floors Luxury boxes where you're stored in what was country [Chorus] Ah, come sit down, we're lamenting About yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending Into old time memory Of a day when wood was wooden Silver, silver, gold was gold Another round, we're lamenting About yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending Into old time memory [Outro] Of a day when wood was wooden Silver, silver, gold was gold Sweet home was home