Bible and a .44
He had a Southern drawl like a redbone hound
And every song he sang was my favorite sound
He'd be the last one off if the ship went down
The kind of man it feels good to be around
The kind of man it feels good to be around
He had hair as white as a cotton field
And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel
He never went nowhere without a rod-n-reel
Lord, I miss that man, and I always will
I miss that man, and I always will
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
He said, "Take what you've got and do the best you can"
The best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land
Ya'll, he knew his like the back of his hand
He was something else, my old man
He was something else, my old man
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could
And he left it to me like he said he would
And if you ask me why it sounds so good
It's cause I'm holding more than strings and wood
I'm holding more than strings and wood
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
And every song he sang was my favorite sound
He'd be the last one off if the ship went down
The kind of man it feels good to be around
The kind of man it feels good to be around
He had hair as white as a cotton field
And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel
He never went nowhere without a rod-n-reel
Lord, I miss that man, and I always will
I miss that man, and I always will
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
He said, "Take what you've got and do the best you can"
The best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land
Ya'll, he knew his like the back of his hand
He was something else, my old man
He was something else, my old man
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could
And he left it to me like he said he would
And if you ask me why it sounds so good
It's cause I'm holding more than strings and wood
I'm holding more than strings and wood
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a Bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
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Writer(s): Terri Jo Box, Ashley Mcbryde, Pat Savage
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