They Don't Make 'em

Old Mr Joe's been fixing cars 'Long as I remember Fender to fender Full engine overhauls His pride and joy is that old buick The only time he'll ever use it Is to drive his wife to church And the grocery store Like they've done thirty years of Sunday's before They don't make em' like they used to anymore Everything they know they learned from the second world war Broken gears, broken hearts Take 'em apart, put em' back together Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark 'Cause they don't make 'em like they used to anymore I know Sal down at the music shop He's a modern day Geppetto Instead of boys he fixes cellos And my guitar He gives a smile when I walk in Takes a break and gets to talking Bout the way things got to be the way they are He'll say 'just keep playing them ol' blues On that ol' guitar' 'Cause they don't make em like used to anymore Everything they know they learned from the second world war Broken strings, Broken hearts Take 'em apart, put em' back together Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark 'Cause they don't make 'em like they used to anymore Bad habits we fell into Trade in old for brand new Till a man can't fix a damn thing anymore I've got to hand it to my dad and his before 'Cause they don't make em like used to anymore Everything they know they learned from the second world war Broken strings, Broken hearts Take 'em apart, put em' back together Drive your best girl 'round forever in an old Skylark 'Cause they don't make 'em like they used to anymore