They Don’t Make 'Em Like That No More

I'm still drivin' that Chevrolet That daddy bought new back in '88 And it's more rust than two-tone paint But turn the key and it'll crank My first guitar was an Epiphone Same one I'm still pickin' on I thought about sellin' when times got tough But I just couldn't give it up 'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more Some things you can't find in the discount store There's just something 'bout bein' handmade And bought with cash on a firm handshake Like old Zebco's and pocket knives Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore Well, they don't make 'em like that no more There's a cardboard box mom won't give away Full of old cassettes and eight-track tapes That's the first time I ever heard Hank Don't wanna hear him any other way There's a little white house granddaddy built 'Cross a dried up creek, bank, and cotton field He sawed every board at the local mill And in a hundred years, it'll be standin' still 'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more Some things you can't find in the discount store There's just something 'bout bein' handmade And bought with cash on a firm handshake Like old Zebco's and pocket knives Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore Well, they don't make 'em like that no more They don't make 'em like that no more Well, my granddaddy cussed and chewed Red Man Grand mama prayed and knew every hymn And they don't make 'em like that no more Well, they don't make 'em like that no more 'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more Some things you can't find in the discount store There's just something 'bout bein' handmade And bought with cash on a firm handshake Like old Zebco's and pocket knives Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore Well, they don't make 'em like that no more They don't make 'em like that no more