Loretta Lynn - They dont make em like my daddy anymore

^GI wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,

Th^De Way my Daddy carried me a round. They said I learned to walk While holding on to just one finger,

On^G the hand of a man that's standin' six foot, three. Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.

Ju^Dst somethin' people talk about a lot. My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression, Ju^Gst one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got. (Chorus) Th^Cey don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. Gu^Gess^D they've thrown away the pattern through the years. And in the great big land of freedom, I know that we really need 'em: Th^Gey don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. From the Johnson County court house To the hills of West Virginia, My^D Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines. Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u Li^Gke the will to live an' a dream of better times. Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon, Bu^Dt he worked to keep the wolf back from the d oor. And it only proves one thing to me, When folks start bellyaching: Th^Gey don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. Repeat Chorus