Mischief Brew

Old Tyme Memry

Mischief Brew


Tom: C

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

C                     F                 Am
The barman shakes his head and fills my glass
           G             F
Says we’re living in the past
         G             F              G
Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?
C                F             Am
I sigh and say “another modern man,
        G            F
One of property, not land”
           G                 F                G
So I hold out this battered hand, will you listen?

[Chorus]
           C           F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          C             F
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Am           F
About the water in me whiskey
        Am                   F
And the brass passed off as gold
   G     C              F
Another round, we’re descending
      C          F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Am                 F
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Am                F
Silver silver, gold was gold
       G        C
Sweet home was home

F Am G F G F G

[Verse 2]
           C              F              Am
So you’ve got a new stove in your second home
         G                 F
Runs on gas but looks like oak
          G              F                 G
Hell, it even gives off smoke and glowing embers
           C                F                       Am
There’s a quilt hung on the wall reads ‘Home Sweet Home’
            G                F
Below some wise word from Thoreau
                   G          F             G
And they call me ‘throwback’ when I cry “Remember!”

[Chorus]
           C           F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          C             F
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Am           F
About the water in me whiskey
        Am                   F
And the brass passed off as gold
   G     C              F
Another round, we’re descending
      C          F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Am                 F
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Am                F
Silver silver, gold was gold
       G        C
Sweet home was home

F Am G F G F G

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

C          F          Am
But I’ll never understand
              G              F
Why they all only use those hands
             G                      F                 G
To build a stead that will always stand in old time country
      C               F                Am
But settle for white rooms and hollow doors
        G               F
Paper ceilings, padded floors
        G                   F                  G
Luxury boxes where you’re stored in what was country.

[Chorus]
           C           F
Come sit down, we’re lamenting
          C             F
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Am           F
About the water in me whiskey
        Am                   F
And the brass passed off as gold
   G     C              F
Another round, we’re descending
      C          F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Am                 F
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Am                F
Silver silver, gold was gold

   G     C             F
Another round, we’re lamenting
          C             F
About yesterday’s sad ending
          Am           F
About the water in me whiskey
        Am                   F
And the brass passed off as gold
   G     C              F
Another round, we’re descending
      C          F
In to Old Tyme Mem’ry
     Am                 F
Of a day when wood was wooden
       Am                F
Silver silver, gold was gold
       G        C
Sweet home was home

F Am G F G F G