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MISCHIEF BREW - OLDE TYME MEM'RY LYRICS

Album Reviews Song Reviews. All News Daily Roundup. Come sit down, we're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending into old tyme mem'ry Of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold Another round, we're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending into old tyme mem'ry Of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold Sweet home was home.

There's no going back for me This antique's rustic eulogy Shall be sold as folk artistry, such a pity.

We sigh and see another modern man One of property, not land So I hold out this battered hand Will you listen? Why preserve a dying craft? Facebook Twitter About SoundMedia.

Olde Tyme Mem'ry

Why preserve a dying craft? But I'll never understand why they all only use those hands To build a stead that will always stand In old time country. When Father bought the farm, we sold the farm Mistook his blood for rustic charm Sold his ghost as an antique To the city.

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Kids today can't hold a spade Rest in peace your weary trades In this world there is no place Such a pity. Come sit down, we're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending into old tyme mem'ry Of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold Another round, we're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending into old tyme mem'ry Of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold Sweet home was home.

Come sit down, we're lamenting about yesterday's sad ending 'Bout the water in me whiskey The brass passed off as gold Another round, we're descending into old tyme mem'ry Of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold.

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Fare Well, Good Fellows 6. Connect to Spotify Dismiss. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. 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 trades In this world there is no place Such a pity Well, the barman shakes his head and fills my glass Says 'We're living in the past.