They Don't Make'em Like My Daddy Anymore(Chords)

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I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear, 
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The Way my Daddy carried me around. 
 
They said I learned to walk 
 
While holding on to just one finger, 
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On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot, three. 
 
 
 
 
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:. 
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Just somethin' people talk about a lot. 
 
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression, 
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Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got. 
 
 
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. 
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Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years. 
 
And in the great big land of freedom,  
 
I know that we really need 'em: 
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. 
 
 
 
From the Johnson County court house  
 
To the hills of West Virginia, 
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My Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines. 
 
Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u 
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Like the will to live an' a dream of better times. 
 
 
 
Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon, 
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But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door. 
 
And it only proves one thing to me,  
 
When folks start bellyaching: 
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. 
 
 
 
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Written by Jerry Chesnut