They Don't Make 'Em Like They Used To
Wil Hoge
Album: Small Town Dreams

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They don't make them like they used to, you always used to say
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That's why everything you've ever built is still standing here today
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That old Camaro in the carport the fence along the lane
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All the walls in this old house right down to the family name

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Mama said you always worried you wouldn't leave that much behind
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You can't make a million bucks on some damned assembly line
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But you threw every dime you could into that Folger's coffee can
       C                           Bb            F
After ten percent to Jesus twenty-five to Uncle Sam

      Bb                                       Dm
Whoah-oh, story after story of all your faded glory
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Is all I ever hope to live up to whoah-oh, know as I get older
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I'm standing on your shoulders trying to be just like you
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But they don't make 'em like they used to

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           F                                 Bb          F
Well you always used to warn me about this highway I was on
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Ain't no way to make a living squeezing pennies out of songs
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And I may never build a castle but the ends meet up somehow
          C                            Bb               F
Throwing coins into a coffee can oh if you could see me now

      Bb                                       Dm
Whoah-oh, story after story of all your faded glory
               C                 F     Bb
Is all I ever hope to live up to whoah-oh, know as I get older
                        Dm                             C
I'm standing on your shoulders trying to be just like you
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But they don't make 'em like they used to

Dm                      C
Leather skin, tough as nails
                Bb
Promises never failed

Solid as the gospel truth
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They don't make 'em like they used to


      Bb                                       Dm
Whoah-oh, story after story of all your faded glory
               C                 F     Bb
Is all I ever hope to live up to whoah-oh, know as I get older
                        Dm                             C
I'm standing on your shoulders trying to be just like you
                                       F
But they don't make 'em like they used to

Bb                                     F
Oh, they don't make 'em like they used to
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They don't make 'em like they used to
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They don't make 'em like they used to