Olde Tyme Memry
[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

Kids today can't hold a spade
Rest in peace your weary trade
In this world there is no place
Such a pity
Well a barman shakes his head
And fills my glass
Says we're living in the past
Why preserve a dying craft
Ends 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
Gold was gold
Sweet home was home

[Verse 2]
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 Theroux
And they call me a throwback;
When I cry I 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

[Verse 3]
Son, these tools are artifacts
Endangered species left its tracks
So lock me behind the 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

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
And 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
About 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