They Don't Make Em Like They Used To

Bluebonnets down a long stretch of hill country highway
Windows down, radio up, ridin' shotgun next to you
You were smoking Camel Lights behind the wheel, I can still hear you say
Three hundred thousand miles, you can't beat an ol' beat up Chevrolet
(No sir)

Well Granny's in the kitchen, smell of fried chicken frying
She's cooking in her apron singing along with Patsy Cline
Playing ball in the front yard, little sister runs in crying
She climbs up in her arms, I hear her laughing through the old screen door

They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore

Well the days have changed since the golden days in some ways we've come so far
But I never dreamed we'd trade the American Dream for a fancy foreign car
Have we sold our souls to save a buck, traded hard work for dumb luck
And those old country songs are sounding better than ever before

They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
Naw, they don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore

So you live the kind of life so long after you're long gone
You'll always be there in their hearts and your love light will shine on
And someday they'll sit around down at John T's Country Store
They'll be laughing over stories you told a thousand times before, saying
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like you anymore

They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore

Well no news is good news
Tell me, whose news really tells the truth
The death toll rises high as gas prices shoot straight through the roof
Meanwhile politicians preach, while some preachers politic
What we need is lots of love, yeah lots of love might do the trick

Instead we criticize, we glamorize, who's right or wrong, who's left or right
Missing out on so many beautiful colors fighting over what's black and white
We've gotta forgive, gotta learn to live together, make the world a better place
And just maybe someday somebody somewhere will look back on today
Look back on us and say

They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like you anymore