They Don’t Make ’Em Like That No More歌词-Riley Green

They Don’t Make ’Em Like That No More歌词由Riley Green演唱，出自专辑《Count Your Blessings》，下面是《They Don’t Make ’Em Like That No More》完整版歌词！

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They Don’t Make 'Em Like That No More - Riley Green

Lyrics by：Riley Green/Chris Lindsey/Aimee Mayo

Composed by：Riley Green/Chris Lindsey/Aimee Mayo

Produced by：Michael Knox/Julian Raymond/Scott Borchetta/Jimmy Harnen

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 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 Zebcos 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 carboard box mom won't give away

Full of old cassettes and 8-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 Zebcos 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

Grandmama 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