They Don’t Make ‘Em (Like They Used To) Songtext
von Andrew Duhon

Old Mr Joe′s been fixing cars
'Long as I remember
Fender to fender
Full engine overhauls
His pride and joy is that old buick
The only time he′ll ever use it
Is to drive his wife to church
And the grocery store
Like they've done thirty years of
Sunday's before

They don′t make em′ like they used to anymore
Everything they know they learned from the second world war
Broken gears, broken hearts
Take 'em apart, put em′ back together
Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark
′Cause they don't make ′em like they used to anymore


I know Sal down at the music shop
He's a modern day Geppetto
Instead of boys he fixes cellos
And my guitar
He gives a smile when I walk in
Takes a break and gets to talking
Bout the way things got to be the way they are
He'll say ′just keep playing them ol′ blues
On that ol' guitar′

'Cause they don′t make em like used to anymore
Everything they know they learned from the second world war
Broken strings, Broken hearts
Take 'em apart, put em′ back together
Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark
'Cause they don′t make ′em like they used to anymore

Bad habits we fell into
Trade in old for brand new
Till a man can't fix a damn thing anymore
I′ve got to hand it to my dad and his before

'Cause they don′t make em like used to anymore
Everything they know they learned from the second world war
Broken strings, Broken hearts
Take 'em apart, put em′ back together
Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark
'Cause they don′t make ′em like they used to anymore