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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
Writer(s): Terri Jo Box, Ashley Mcbryde, Pat Savage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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