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When father bought the farm we sold the farm took 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 glasses we're livin' in the past I'll preserve a dying craft and it's misery we science say another modern man one of property not land so i'll hold out this battered hand well you listen 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 memry of a day when wood was wooden silver silver gold was gold sweet home was home so you say you've a wood stove in your second home runs off gas but looks like oak Letras de cancioneshell it even gives off smoke and glowing embers there's a quilt hung on the wall reads home sweet home but lonesome wives words from thoreau and they call me throwback but i cry remember 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 memry 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 cuz there's no going back for me this antiques rustic eulogy shout the souls 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 your stored in what was country 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 memry 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 memry of a day when wood was wooden silver silver gold was gold sweet home was home From Letras Mania