I wasn't much more than a baby I thought he was a bear The way my daddy carried me around They said I learned to walk while holdin' on to just one finger On the hand of a man that stands at six-foot-three
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression Just something people talked about a lot My daddy wasn't one that tried to make no big impressions Just one heck of a man that worked for what he got
They don't make men like my daddy anymore Guess they've thrown away the pattern through the years In a great big land of freedom at a time we really need 'em They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore
From the Johnson County coal camps to the hills of West Virginia My daddy hauled the timber for the mines Education didn't count so much as what you had born in you Like the will to live and a dream of better times
Daddy never took a handout we ate pinto beans a bacon But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door And it only proves one thing to me when folks start belly achin'
They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore They don't make men... They don't make 'em like my daddy anymore