When father bought the farmnwe sold the farmnmistook his blood for rustic charmnsold his ghost as an antique,nto the citynand kids today can't hold a spadenrest in peace your weary tradesnin this world there is no place such a pitynwhile the barman shakes his headnand fills my glasses nwe're livin' in the pastnwhy preserve a dying craft and it's misery?nwe sigh and say another modern man none of property not land nso i'll hold out this battered hand well you listenncome sit down we're lamentingnabout yesterdays sad endingnabout the water in me whiskeynthe brass passed off as goldnanother roundnwe're descending into old time memrynof a day when wood was woodennsilver silver gold was gold nsweet home was homenso you say you've got a wood stove in your second homenruns off gas but looks like oaknhell it even gives off smoke and glowing embersnthere's a quilt hung on the wall reads home sweet homenbelow some wise words from thoreaunand they call me throwback when i cry rememberncome sit down we're lamentingnabout yesterdays sad ending about the water in me whiskeynthe brass passed off as goldnanother roundnwe're descending into old time memrynof a day when wood was wooden nsilver silver gold was gold nsweet home was homenson these tools are artifactsnendangered species left it's tracksnlock me up behind plastic glass in the cityncause there's no going back for menthis antiques rustic eulogynshall be sold as folk artistry such a pitynbut i'll never understand why they all long to use those hands nto build a stead that will always stand in old time countrynbut settle for white rooms and hollow doors npaper ceilings padded floorsnluxury boxes where your stored in what was countryncome sit down we're lamentingnabout yesterdays sad ending nabout the water in me whiskeynthe brass passed off as goldnanother roundnwe're descending into old time memrynof a day when wood was wooden silver silver gold was gold nanother roundnWe're lamenting about yesterdays sad ending nabout the water in your whiskeynthe brass passed off as goldnanother roundnwe're descending into old time memrynof a day when wood was wooden nsilver silver gold was gold sweet home was homenn