Tono: G
Introducción:
G
I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,
D
The Way my Daddy carried me around.
They said I learned to walk
G
On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot, three.
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.
D
Just somethin' people talk about a lot.
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
G
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got.
(Chorus)
C
They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more.
G D
Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years.
And in the great big land of freedom,
G
They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more.
From the Johnson County court house
D
My Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines.
Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u
G
Like the will to live an' a dream of better times.
Daddy never took a hand out we ate pinto beans and bacon,
D
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door.
And it only proves one thing to me,
G
They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more.
Repeat Chorus