Mischief Brew – Old Tyme Mem’ry Intro: D G Bm A G D A x2 D G Bm When father bought the farm, we sold the farm A G Mistook his blood for rustic charm D A Sold his ghost as an antique to the city D G Bm A G Kids today can’t hold a spade, rest in peace your weary trade D A In this world there is no place, such a pity D G Bm The barman shakes his head and fills my glass A G Says we’re living in the past D A Why preserve a dying craft and it’s misery? D G Bm I sigh and say “another modern man, A G One of property, not land” D A So I hold out this battered hand Will you listen? (Chorus) D G Come sit down, we’re lamenting Bm A About yesterday’s sad ending G D About the water in me whiskey A And the brass passed off as gold D G Another round, we’re descending Bm A In to Old Tyme Mem’ry G D Of a day when wood was wooden A Silver silver, gold was gold D Sweet home was home G Bm A G D A *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)