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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