[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,
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The way my Daddy carried me around.
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They said I learned to walk while holding on to just one finger,
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On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot three.
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Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression.
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Just somethin' people talked about a lot.
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My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
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Just one heck of a man that worked for what he'd got.

[Chorus]
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They don't make men like my Daddy anymore.
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Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years.
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In a great big land of freedom, at a time we really need 'em:
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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From the Johnson County Coal Camps to the hills of West Virginia,
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My Daddy worked down in them dark cold mines.
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Education didn't count so much as what you had born'd in ya
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Like the will to live an' a dream of better times.
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Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon,
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But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door.
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And it only proved one thing to me, when folks start bellyaching:
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.

[Chorus]
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They don't make men like my Daddy anymore.
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Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years.
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In a great big land of freedom, at a time we really need 'em:
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.
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They don't make 'em like my Daddy anymore.