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