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They Don't Make'em Like My Daddy Anymore

Höfundur lags: Jerry Chesnut Flytjandi: Loretta Lynn Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]I wasn't much more than a baby I thought he was a bear
The way my daddy carried me [D7]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 [G]three


Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression
Just something people talk about a [D7]lot   

My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he [G]got  

They don't [C]make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've [G]thrown away the pattern through the years
[C]In the great big land of freedom
At a [G]time when we really [C]need 'em
They don't [G]make 'em like my [D7]daddy any [G]more


From the Johnson County court house

To the hills of West Virginia
My daddy worked down in them dark cold [D7]mines

Education didn't count so much as what you had born in you
Like the will to live and a dream of better [G]times


Daddy never took a hand out we ate pinto beans and bacon
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the [D7]door   

And it only proves one thing to me

When folks start bellyaching
They don't make 'em like my daddy any [G]more

They don't [C]make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've [G]thrown away the pattern through the years
[C]In the great big land of freedom
At a [G]time when we really [C]need 'em
They don't [G]make 'em like my [D7]daddy any [G]more

They don't make 'em like my [D7]daddy any [G]more


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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