They Don't Make Them Like My Daddy Anymore

                                              Loretta Lynn.


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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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