letra de old tyme mem'ry - mischief brew
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 gl-ss
says ‘we’re living in the past.
why preserve a dying craft?
end its misery.’
we sigh and see another modern man
one of property, not land
so i hold out this battered hand
will you listen?
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 tyme mem’ry
of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold
sweet home was home
so you say you got a wooden 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 th-r-au
and they call me throwback; when i cry i remember
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 tyme mem’ry
of a day when wood was wooden, silver-silver, gold was gold
sweet home was home
son, these tools are artifacts
endangered species left its tracks
so lock me up behind 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 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; and what was country?
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 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 br-ss p-ssed 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
letras aleatórias
- maska › letra de vérité - maska
- karol g anuel aa j balvin › letra de location - karol g, anuel aa & j balvin
- filnobep › letra de fake versace - filnobep
- brendon tayler › letra de you hate what you become - brendon tayler
- the flock › letra de tired of waiting - the flock
- marc lavoine › letra de je panique en douceur - marc lavoine
- projeto sola › letra de maria - projeto sola
- slaine › letra de not enough - slaine
- mune ind › letra de room - müne (ind)
- gashleys ghost › letra de eclipsed - gashley's ghost