Erik Petersen / Robert Blake - Old Tyme Mem'ry video free download

Old Tyme Mem'ry

When father bought the farm

we sold the farm

Mistook his blood for rustic charm

sold his ghost as an antique,

to the city

and kids today can't hold a spade

rest in peace your weary trades

in this world there is no place such a pity

while the barman shakes his head

and fills my glass,

says we're livin' in the past

why preserve a dying craft end its, misery

We sigh and see another modern man

one of property not land

so ill hold out this batattered hand

Will you listen?

Chorus:

come sit down we're lamenting

about yesterdays sad ending

about the water in your whiskey

the brass passed off as gold

another round

we're descending into old time mem'ry

of a day when wood was wooden

silver silver gold was gold

sweet home was home

so you say you've 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 Thoreau

and they call me throwback when i cry remember

Chorus:

come sit down we're lamenting

about yesterdays sad ending about the water in your whiskey

the brass passed off as gold

another round

we're descending into old time mem'ry

of a day when wood was wooden

silver silver gold was gold

sweet home was home

son these tools are artifacts

endangered species left it's tracks

lock me up behind plastic glass in the city

there's no going back for me

this antiques 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

luxary boxes where your stored in what was country

Chorus:

come sit down we're lamenting

about yesterdays sad ending

about the water in your whiskey

the brass passed off as gold

another round

we're descending into old time mem'ry

of a day when wood was wooden silver silver gold was gold

another round

We're lamenting about yesterdays sad ending

about the water in your whiskey

the brass passed off as gold

another round

we're descending into old time mem'ry

of a day when wood was wooden

silver silver gold was gold sweet home was home