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Old Tyme Memry Chords

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Mischief Brew – Old Tyme Mem’ry

[Intro] 
D G Bm A G A G A x2

[Verse 1]
D                      G                 Bm
When father bought the farm, we sold the farm  
            A                G
Mistook his blood for rustic charm
         A               G            A                                        
Sold his ghost as an antique to the city
D     G                 Bm             A                G 
Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade
        A                   G           A 
In this world there is no place, such a pity

D                     G                 Bm
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
           A             G
Says we’re living in the past
         A             G              A
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
D          G                   Bm
I sigh and say “another modern man,
        A            G
One of property, not land”
           A                 G                A
So I hold out this battered hand, 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                                                               
And the brass passed off as gold                                   
   A     D              G
Another round, we’re descending                                               
      D          G 
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry                                               
     Bm                 G
Of a day when wood was wooden                                                     
       Bm                G
Silver silver, gold was gold
       A        D                                                                                  
Sweet home was home

G Bm A G A G A

[Verse 2]
           D         G                    Bm
So you’ve got a new 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
           D                G                       Bm
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
            A                G
Below some wise word from Thoreau
                   A          G             A
And they call me ‘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                                                               
And the brass passed off as gold                                   
   A     D              G
Another round, we’re descending                                               
      D          G 
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry                                               
     Bm                 G
Of a day when wood was wooden                                                     
       Bm                G
Silver silver, gold was gold
       A        D                                                                                  
Sweet home was home

G Bm A G A G A

[Verse 3]
     D          G            Bm
And son these tools are artifacts
            A                 G
Endangered species left its tracks
         A                  G           A
Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city
       D        G              Bm
‘Cos there’s no going back for me
              A           G
This antique rustic’s eulogy 
         A             G               A
Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity...

D          G          Bm
But I’ll never understand
              A              G
Why they all only use those hands
             A                      G                 A
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
      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                                                               
And the brass passed off as gold                                   
   A     D              G
Another round, we’re descending                                               
      D          G 
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry                                               
     Bm                 G
Of a day when wood was wooden                                                     
       Bm                G
Silver silver, gold was gold
                                                                                                     
   A     D             G
Another round, we’re lamenting                                                       
          D             G
About yesterday’s sad ending                                                       
          Bm           G
About the water in me whiskey
        Bm                   G                                                               
And the brass passed off as gold                                   
   A     D              G
Another round, we’re descending                                               
      D          G 
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry                                               
     Bm                 G
Of a day when wood was wooden                                                     
       Bm                G
Silver silver, gold was gold
       A        D                                                                                  
Sweet home was home

G Bm A G A G A

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