Old Tyme Memry Acoustic chords by Erik Petersen

• 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