Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Riley Green
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
Adam Shoenfeld
Electric Guitar
Mike Johnson
Steel Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Victor Indrizzo
Drums
Cooper Bascom
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Green
Songwriter
Chris Lindsey
Songwriter
Aimee Mayo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Knox
Producer
Julian Raymond
Additional Producer
Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer
Jimmy Harnen
Executive Producer
Peter Coleman
Recording Engineer
Micah Wilshire
Recording Engineer
Howard Willing
Additional Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Brian Judd
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Chagnon
Additional Engineer
Brandon Epps
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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 I 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 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
There's a cardboard box mom won't give away
Full of old cassettes and eight-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 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
Well, my granddaddy cussed and chewed Red Man
Grand mama 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
Writer(s): Chris Lindsey, Aimee Mayo, Riley Green
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