A
E7
D
A
A
I wasn’t much more than a baby I thought he was a bear
E7
The way my daddy carried me around
A
On the hand of a man that’s standing six foot three
A
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression
E7
Just something people talk about a lot
A
Just one heck of a man that worked for what he got
D
They don’t make men like my daddy anymore
A
Guess they’ve thrown away the pattern through the years
D
In the great big land of freedom
A
D
At a time when we really need ’em
A
E7
A
They don’t make ’em like my daddy any more
A
E7
D
A
A
From the Johnson County court house to the hills of West Virginia
E7
My daddy worked down in them dark cold mines
A
Like the will to live and a dream of better times
A
Daddy never took a hand out we ate pinto beans and bacon
E7
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door
A
They don’t make ’em like my daddy any more
D
They don’t make men like my daddy anymore
A
Guess they’ve thrown away the pattern through the years
D
In the great big land of freedom
A
D
At a time when we really need ’em
A
E7
A
They don’t make ’em like my daddy any more
E7
A
E7
D
A
They don’t make ’em like my daddy any more
A
D
E7
