They Dont Make Em Like That No More
by Riley GreenTranspose
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Verse 1
I’m stil
l driving this Chevrolet
Daddy bought it n
ew back in ’88
It’s more ru
st than two tone paint
Turn the
key and it’ll crank
Verse 2
My first guitar wa
s was a Epiphone
Same ole one
I’m still pickin’ on
Thought about sell
in’ when times got tough
Just couldn&r
squo;t give it up
Chorus
They don’t m
ake ’em like that no more
Some thangs you c
an’t find in a discount store
Just somethin’
’bout bein’ handmade
And bought with cash
on a firm handshake
Like old zebcos an
d pocket knives
Shot-gun rifles a
nd four-wheel drives
Like these wore out pair of boots that my
daddy wore
They don’t make ’em like that no more
Bridge
Verse 3
Little white house my daddy built
’cross a
cotton farm up on
a hill
He sawed every
board in the local saw mill
In a hundred years
it’ll be standin&rsq
uo; still
Chorus
They don’t m
ake ’em like that no more
Some thangs you c
an’t find in a discount store
Just somethin’
’bout bein’ handmade
And bought with cash
on a firm handshake
Like old zebcos an
d pocket knives
Shot-gun rifles a
nd four-wheel drives
Like these wore out pair of boots that my
daddy wore
They don’t make ’em like that no more
Bridge
Verse 4
I got a cardboard box
marked give away
Full of old casse
ttes and 8 track tapes
That’s the f
irst time I ever heard Hank
don’t wanna hear &rsquo
;em any other way
Chorus
They don’t m
ake ’em like that no more
Some thangs you c
an’t find in a discount store
Just somethin’
’bout bein’ handmade
And bought with cash
on a firm handshake
Like old zebcos an
d pocket knives
Shot-gun rifles a
nd four-wheel drives
Like these wore out pair of boots that my
daddy wore
They don’t make ’em like that no more
Bridge
My grand-daddy cussed and chewed red-man
My gran
ny prayed and knew every hymn
Pre-Chorus
They
don’t make ’em like th
at no
more
They don&r
squo;t make &r
squo;em like t
hat no mo
ooooore
Chorus
They don’t m
ake ’em like that no more
Some thangs you c
an’t find in a discount store
Just somethin’
’bout bein’ handmade
And bought with cash
on a firm handshake
Like old zebcos an
d pocket knives
Shot-gun rifles a
nd four-wheel drives
Like these wore out pair of boots that my
daddy wore
They don’t make ’em like that no more
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