Аккорды Loretta Lynn - They Don't Make 'Em Like My Daddy

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

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

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On the hand of a man that's standin' six foot,  three.
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.

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