Intro: D5 G5 B5 A5 G5 D5 A5 x2 D5 G5 B5 When father bought the farm , we sold the farm A5 G5 Mistook his blood for rustic charm D5 A5 Sold his ghost as an antique to the city D5 G5 B5 A5 G5 Kids today can?t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade D5 A5 In this world there is no place, such a pity D5 G5 B5 The barman shakes his head and fills my glass A5 G5 Says we?re living in the past D5 A5 Why preserve a dying craft and it?s misery? D5 G5 B5 I sigh and say ?another modern man, A5 G5 One of property, not land? D5 A5 So I hold out this battered hand Will you listen? (Chorus) D5 G5 Come sit down, we?re lamenting B5 A5 About yesterday?s sad ending G5 D5 About the water in me whiskey A5 And the brass passed off as gold D5 G5 Another round, we?re descending B5 A5 In to Old Tyme Mem?ry G5 D5 Of a day when wood was wooden A5 Silver silver, gold was gold D5 Sweet home was home G5 B5 A5 G5 D5 A5 *Same chord progression as previous verses is also used for the remaining verses.* So you?ve got a new 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 word from Thoreau And they call me ?throwback? when I cry ?Remember!? (Chorus) And son these tools are artifacts Endangered species left its tracks Lock me up behind plastic glass in the city ?Cos there?s no going back for me This antique rustic?s eulogy Shall be sold as folk artistry Such a pity... But I?ll never understand Why they all only 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 in what was country. (Chorus Twice)
