Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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 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

The barman shakes his head and fills my glass

 Says we’re living in the past

Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery?

I sigh and say “another modern man,

One of property, not land”

So I hold out this battered hand

 Will you listen?

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 Come sit down, we’re lamenting

 About yesterday’s sad ending

 About the water in my whiskey

 And the brass passed off as gold

 Another round, we’re descending

 In to Old Tyme Mem’ry

 Of a day when wood was wooden

 Silver silver, gold was gold

 Sweet home was home

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!”

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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.

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