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 holding on
To just one finger
On the hand
Of a man that
Stands six foot three
Not old enough
To understand
The meaning
Of depression
Just something people
Talk about a lot
My Daddy wasn't
One to try to
Make no big impression
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 worked down
In them dark coal mines
Education didn't
Count so much
As what you had
Born in ya
Like the will to live
And the dream
Of better times
Daddy never took
A handout
We ate pinto beans
And bacon
But he worked
To keep the wolf back
From the door
And it only proved
One thing to me
When folks start
Belly achin'
They don't make 'em
Like my Daddy anymore
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 them
Like my Daddy anymore
They don't make 'em
Like my Daddy anymore