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Bluebonnets down a long stretch of hill country highway
Windows down, radio up, ridin' shotgun next to you
You were smoking Camel Lights behind the wheel, I can still hear you say
Three hundred thousand miles, you can't beat an ol' beat up Chevrolet
(No sir)
Well Granny's in the kitchen, smell of fried chicken frying
She's cooking in her apron singing along with Patsy Cline
Playing ball in the front yard, little sister runs in crying
She climbs up in her arms, I hear her laughing through the old screen door
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
Well the days have changed since the golden days in some ways we've come so far
But I never dreamed we'd trade the American Dream for a fancy foreign car
Have we sold our souls to save a buck, traded hard work for dumb luck
And those old country songs are sounding better than ever before
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
Naw, they don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
So you live the kind of life so long after you're long gone
You'll always be there in their hearts and your love light will shine on
And someday they'll sit around down at John T's Country Store
They'll be laughing over stories you told a thousand times before, saying
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
Well no news is good news
Tell me, whose news really tells the truth