They Don't Make 'Em Like My Daddy (Live)

[G]I wasn't much more than a baby, I thought he was a bear,

The Way [D]my Daddy carried me a   round.
They said I learned to walk
While holding on to just one finger,

On the h[G]and of a man that's standin' six foot,  three.
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.

Just som[D]ethin' people talk about a      lot.
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
Just one[G] heck of a man that worked for what he'd        got.
(Chorus)
They don[C]'t make 'em like my     Daddy any more.
Guess th[G]ey've   [D]thrown away the pattern through the     years.
And in the great big land of freedom,
I know that we really need 'em:
They don[G]'t make 'em like my Daddy any   more.
From the Johnson County court house
To the hills of West Virginia,
My Daddy[D] worked down in them dark cold  mines.
Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u
Like the[G] will to live an' a dream of better     times.
Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon,
But he w[D]orked to keep the wolf back from the d  oor.
And it only proves one thing to me,
When folks start bellyaching:
They don[G]'t make 'em like my Daddy any   more.
Repeat Chorus