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They Don't Make'em Like My Daddy Anymore

Song Author Jerry Chesnut Lyrics by: Jerry Chesnut Performer: Loretta Lynn Submitted by: Anonymous
[A]    [E7]    [D]    [A]    
[A]I wasn't much more than a baby I thought he was a bear
The way my daddy carried me a[E7]round
They said I learned to walk while holding on to just one finger
On the hand of a man that's standing six foot [A]three

[A]Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression
Just something people talk about a [E7]lot   
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he [A]got  

They don't [D]make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've [A]thrown away the pattern through the years
In the [D]great big land of freedom
At a [A]time when we really [D]need 'em
They don't [A]make 'em like my [E7]daddy any [A]more

[A]    [E7]    [D]    [A]    
[A]From the Johnson County court house to the hills of West Virginia
My daddy worked down in them dark cold [E7]mines
Education didn't count so much as what you had born in you
Like the will to live and a dream of better [A]times

[A]Daddy never took a hand out we ate pinto beans and bacon
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the [E7]door   
And it only proves one thing to me when folks start bellyaching
They don't make 'em like my daddy any [A]more

They don't [D]make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've [A]thrown away the pattern through the years
In the [D]great big land of freedom
At a [A]time when we really [D]need 'em
They don't [A]make 'em like my [E7]daddy any [A]more

They don't make 'em like my [E7]daddy any [A]more [E7]    [D]    [A]    


I wasn't much more than a baby I thought he was a bear
The way my daddy carried me around
They said I learned to walk while holding on to just one finger
On the hand of a man that's standing six foot three

Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression
Just something people talk about a lot
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he got

They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years
In the great big land of freedom
At a time when we really need 'em
They don't make 'em like my daddy any more


From the Johnson County court house to the hills of West Virginia
My daddy worked down in them dark cold mines
Education didn't count so much as what you had born in you
Like the will to live and a dream of better times

Daddy never took a hand out we ate pinto beans and bacon
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door
And it only proves one thing to me when folks start bellyaching
They don't make 'em like my daddy any more

They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years
In the great big land of freedom
At a time when we really need 'em
They don't make 'em like my daddy any more

They don't make 'em like my daddy any more

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