Hanging on to You

Faded blue jeans with the orange seams The only ones I ever wore Like so many other good things You can't find 'em anymore Take this old chair, though it's thread bare And a long time past, it's prime I wouldn't trade it, my dad made it It's the only one of it's kind They don't make 'em like they used to That's why I'm hanging on to you And when you're talking, talking to me And you're holding me so tight Feels like some romantic movie That only comes in black and white You've got the charm of an old love song I haven't heard in quite a while Played just for me, it's our story Coming across the AM dial They don't make 'em like they used to That's why I'm hanging on to you They don't make 'em like they used to That's why I'm hanging on to you They don't make 'em like they used to That's why I'm hanging on to you (uh-uh, uh-uh) That's why I'm hanging on to you (uh-uh, uh-uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (uh-uh, uh-uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (uh-uh, uh-uh) (That's why I'm hanging on to you)