Old Tyme Memry Acoustic chords by Erik Petersen
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Capo on 3rd
Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)
Difficulty: Intermediate
Eric Peterson - Old Tyme Mem'ry
(Mischief Brew)
Verse/Intro:
D G Bm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm
A G
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
A G
Sold his ghost as an antique,
A
to the city
Verse:
D G Bm
And kids today can’t hold a spade
A G
Rest in peace, ye olde weary trades
A G
In this world, there is no place,
A
such a pity
Verse:
D G Bm
Well, the barman shakes his head and fills my glass
A G
Says we’re living in the past
A G
“Why preserve a dying craft?
A
End its misery.”
Verse:
D G Bm
We sigh and say, “Another modern man
A G
One of property not land.”
A G
So I’ll hold out this battered hand
A
Will you listen?
Chorus:
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me’ whiskey
Bm G
The brass passed off as gold
D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
Into olde time mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
Verse:
D G Bm
So you say you got a wood stove in your second home
A G
Runs on gas but looks like oak
A G A
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
Verse:
D G Bm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall, reads “Home Sweet Home.”
A G
Below, some wise words from Thoreau
A G A
And they call me a throwback when I cry, “Remember?”
Chorus:
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me’ whiskey
Bm G
The brass passed off as gold
D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
Into olde time mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
Solo:
D G D G Bm G Bm G A G 2x
Bm A Bm
Bridge:
D G Bm
Son, these tools are artifacts
A G
Endangered species left its tracks
A G
So lock me up behind plastic glass
A
in the city
D G Bm
There’s no going back for me
A G
This antique’s rustic eulogy
A G
Shall be sold as folk artistry,
A
such a pity
Verse:
D G Bm
But I’ll never understand
A G
Why they all long to use those hands
A G A
To build a stead that will always stand in “olde tyme” country
Verse:
D G Bm
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
A G
Paper ceilings, padded floors
A G A
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country
Chorus:
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me’ whiskey
Bm G
The brass passed off as gold
D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
Into olde time mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home
Chorus/Outro:
D G
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
D G
About yesterday’s sad ending
Bm G
About the water in me’ whiskey
Bm G
The brass passed off as gold
D G
Another round, we’re descending
D G
Into olde time mem’ry
Bm G
Of a day when wood was wooden
Bm G
Silver silver, gold was gold
A D
Sweet home was home Last updated:
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