They Don’t Make Men Like My Daddy Anymore – Cal Smith – letras

I wasn’t much more than a baby I thought he was a bearThe way my daddy carried me aroundThey said I learned to walk while holding on to just one fingerOn the hand of a man that stands at six-foot-threeNot old enough to understand the meaning of depressionJust something people talked about a lotMy daddy wasn’t one that tried to make no big impressionsJust one hell of a man that worked for what he gotThey don’t make men like my daddy anymoreGuess they’ve thrown away the pattern through the yearsIn this great big land of freedom at the time we really need ’emThey don’t make ’em like my daddy anymore[ guitar ]From the Johnson County coal camps to the hills of West VirginiaMy daddy worked down in them hard coal minesEducation didn’t count so much as what you had born in youLike the will to live and a dream of better timesDaddy never took a handout we ate pinto beans a baconBut he worked to keep the wolf pact from the doorAnd it only proves one thing to me when folks start belly achin’They don’t make ’em like my daddy anymoreThey don’t make men like my daddy anymore…