They Don’t Make ’em Like That No More Songtext
von Riley Green

I′m still drivin' that Chevrolet
That daddy bought new back in ′88
And it's more rust than two-tone paint
But turn the key and it'll crank
My first guitar was an Epiphone
Same one I′m still pickin′ on
I thought about sellin' when times got tough
But I just couldn′t give it up

'Cause they don′t make 'em like that no more
Some things you can′t find in the discount store
There's just something 'bout bein′ handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like old Zebco′s and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives
And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make ′em like that no more


There's a cardboard box mom won′t give away
Full of old cassettes and eight-track tapes
That's the first time I ever heard Hank
Don′t wanna hear him any other way
There's a little white house granddaddy built
'Cross a dried up creek, bank, and cotton field
He sawed every board at the local mill
And in a hundred years, it′ll be standin′ still

'Cause they don′t make 'em like that no more
Some things you can′t find in the discount store
There's just something ′bout bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like old Zebco's and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives
And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don′t make ′em like that no more
They don't make ′em like that no more

Well, my granddaddy cussed and chewed Red Man
Grand mama prayed and knew every hymn

And they don't make ′em like that no more
Well, they don't make ′em like that no more


'Cause they don't make ′em like that no more
Some things you can′t find in the discount store
There's just something ′bout bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like old Zebco′s and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives
And this worn-out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make ′em like that no more
They don't make 'em like that no more