Текст песни
Faded blue jeans with the orange seams
The only ones I ever wore
Like so many other good things
You can't find 'em anymore
Take this old chair, though it's thread bare
And a long time past, it's prime
I wouldn't trade it, my dad made it
It's the only one of it's kind
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
And when you're talking, talking to me
And you're holding me so tight
Feels like some romantic movie
That only comes in black and white
You've got the charm of an old love song
I haven't heard in quite a while
Played just for me, it's our story
Coming across the AM dial
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you (uh-uh, uh-uh)
That's why I'm hanging on to you (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (uh-uh, uh-uh)
(That's why I'm hanging on to you)