They Don’t Make ’Em Like That No More Riley Green

[Verse 1]
I'm still drivin' that Chevrolet
That daddy bought new back in '88
And it's more rust than two-tone paint
But turn the key and it'll crank
My first guitar was an Epiphone
Same one I'm still pickin' on
I thought about sellin' when times got tough
But just couldn't give it up

[Chorus]
'Cause they don't make 'em like that no more
Some things you can't find in the discount store
There's just something 'bout bein' handmade
And bought with cash on a firm handshake
Like old Zebcos and pocket knives
Shotguns, rifles, four-wheel drives
And this worn out pair of boots that my daddy wore
Well, they don't make 'em like that no more

[Verse 2]
Got a carboard box mom won't give away
Full of old cassettes and 8-track tapes
That's the first way I ever heard Hank
Don't wanna hear him any other way
There's a little white house granddaddy built
'Cross a dried up creek, bank, and cotton field
He sawed every board at the local mill
And in a hundred years, it'll be standin' still