| Bluebonnets down a long stretch of hill country highway
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| Windows down, radio up, ride shotgun next to you
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| You were smoking Camel Lights behind the wheel I can still hear you say
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| Three hundred thousand miles you can’t beat an ol' beat up Chevrolet
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| Well Granny’s in the kitchen, smell of fried chicken frying
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| She’s cooking in her apron singing along with Patsy Cline
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| Playing ball in the front yard, little sister runs in crying
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| She climbs up in her arms, I hear her laughing through the old screen door
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Well the days have changed since the golden days in some ways we’ve come so far
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| But I never dreamed we’d trade the American Dream for a fancy foreign car
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| Have we sold our souls to save a buck traded hard work for dumb luck
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| And those old country songs are sounding better than ever before
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Now they don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| So you live the kind of life so long after you’re long gone
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| You’ll always be there in their hearts and your love light will shine on
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| And someday they’ll sit around down at John T’s Country Store
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| They’ll be laughing over stories you told a thousand times before, saying
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| Say it, they don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore
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| Well no news is good news, tell me whose news really tells the truth
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| The death toll rises high as gas prices shoot straight through the roof
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| Meanwhile politicians preach while some preachers politic
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| Well we need is lots of love, yeah, lots of love might do the trick
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| Instead we criticize, we glamorize who’s right or wrong, who’s left or right
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| Missing out on so many beautiful colors fighting over what’s black and white
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| We’ve gotta forgive, gotta learn to live together, make the world a better place
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| And just maybe someday somebody somewhere will look back on today
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| Look back on us and say
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like they used to
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| They don’t make 'em like you anymore |