They Dont Make Em Like My Daddy Anymore

Loretta Lynn

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Tom:
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[Verse 1]
A I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,
E The way my Daddy carried me around.
E They said I learned to walk while holding on to just one finger,
A On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot three.
A Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression.
E Just somethin' people talked about a lot.
E My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
A Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got.
[Chorus]
D They don't make men like my Daddy anymore.
A Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years.
D A D In a great big land of freedom, at a time we really need 'em:
A E A They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore. [Interlude] (Repeat tab)
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A From the Johnson County Coal Camps to the hills of West Virginia,
E My Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines.
E Education didn't count so much as what you had born'd in ya
A Like the will to live an' a dream of better times.
A Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon,
E But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door.
E And it only proved one thing to me, when folks start bellyaching:
A They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore. [Chorus]
D They don't make men like my Daddy anymore.
A Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years.
D A D In a great big land of freedom, at a time we really need 'em:
A E A They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.
A E A A E A They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.
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