Loretta Lynn G I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear, D The Way my Daddy carried me a round. They said I learned to walk While holding on to just one finger, G On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot, three. Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:. D Just somethin' people talk about a lot. My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression, G Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got. (Chorus) C They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. G D Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years. And in the great big land of freedom, I know that we really need 'em: G They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. From the Johnson County court house To the hills of West Virginia, D My Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines. Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u G Like the will to live an' a dream of better times. Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon, D But he worked to keep the wolf back from the d oor. And it only proves one thing to me, When folks start bellyaching: G They don't make 'em like my Daddy any more. Repeat Chorus
