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robert blake - olde tyme mem'ry كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
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
well a barman shakes his head
and fills my gl-ss
says we’re living in the past
why preserve a dying craft
ends its misery

we sigh and say another modern man
one of property, not land
so i’ll hold out this battered hand
will you listen?

[chorus]
come sit down, we’re lamenting
about yesterday’s sad ending
’bout the water in me whiskey
the br-ss p-ssed off as gold

another round
we’re descending
into old time memory
of a day when wood was wooden
gold was gold
sweet home was home

[verse 2]
so you say you got a wood stove in your second home
runs on gas but looks like oak
h-ll 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 theroux
and they call me a throwback;
when i cry i remember

[chorus]
come sit down, we’re lamenting
about yesterday’s sad ending
’bout the water in me whiskey
the br-ss p-ssed off as gold

another round
we’re descending
into old time memory
of a day when wood was wooden
silver silver
gold was gold
sweet home was home

[verse 3]
son, these tools are artifacts
endangered species left its tracks
so lock me behind the plastic gl-ss
in the city
there’s no going back for me
this antique’s 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
luxury boxes where you’re stored
and what was country?

[chorus]
ah come sit down, we’re lamenting
about yesterday’s sad ending
’bout the water in me whiskey
the br-ss p-ssed off as gold

another round
we’re descending
into old time memory
of a day when wood was wooden
silver silver
gold was gold

another round
we’re lamenting
about yesterday’s sad ending
about the water in me whiskey
the br-ss p-ssed off as gold

another round
we’re descending
into old time memory

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

- robert blake

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