Don't Make 'em Like They Used To
Hard times I'm going through,
Got a woman and she can't be true,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Had a friend but he didn't last,
All he left was this knife in my back,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Welding steel
For automobiles,
Machines can build what ten men couldn't do,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Where did land of the plenty go?
It's up above I'm six feet below,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Brother what's it all coming to?
Ain't no one left that can sing the blues,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
They got the body but they got no soul,
They got tracks goin' solid gold,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Got a woman and she can't be true,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Had a friend but he didn't last,
All he left was this knife in my back,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Welding steel
For automobiles,
Machines can build what ten men couldn't do,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Where did land of the plenty go?
It's up above I'm six feet below,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Brother what's it all coming to?
Ain't no one left that can sing the blues,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
They got the body but they got no soul,
They got tracks goin' solid gold,
Oh well...
They just don't make 'em like they used to
I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make 'em like they used to.
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Justin Rogers, Matthew Chase Hoskins, Greg Bates
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