Lyrics

He still combs his hair like Elvis Pays cash for everything And he'll only drive a chevy and thinks Alan Jackson's King He knows everyone by name at the local hardware store They don't make 'em like that anymore Up with the sun each mornin' Hardly missed a day of work Summer 1957 he helped build that Lutheran church Believes a man should work all week but save Sunday For the Lord They don't make 'em like that anymore Standin' shoulder to shoulder with him now, I still feel small And I'm still lookin' up to him like he's ten feet tall There's somethin about that generation These days I think we need 'em More than we ever did before But they don't make 'em like that anymore He married his sweet Mary June 1955 He goes on and on about her Her casseroles, her clear blue eyes He still helps her with her coat, Still opens her car door They don't make 'em like that anymore Standin' shoulder to shoulder with him now, I still feel small And I'm still lookin up to him like he's ten feet tall There's somethin' about that generation These days I think we need 'em More than we ever did before But they don't make 'em like that anymore There's somethin about that generation These days I think we need 'em More than we ever did before Yeah that's for sure But they don't make 'em like that anymore He still combs his hair like Elvis Pays cash for everything...
Writer(s): Deric Ruttan, Jason Blaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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