Lyrics

You always used to say
That's why everything you've ever built
Is still standing here today

That old Camaro in the carport
The fence along the lane
All the walls in this old house
Right down to the family name

Mama said you always worried
You wouldn't leave that much behind
You can't make a million bucks
On some old assembly line

But you threw every dime you could
Into that Folger's coffee can
After ten percent to Jesus
Twenty-five to Uncle Sam

Whoah-oh; story after story
Of all your faded glory
Is all I ever hope to live up to
Whoah-oh; know as I get older
I'm standing on your shoulders
Trying to be just like you
But they don't make 'em
like they used to

Well you always used to warn me
About this highway I was on
Ain't no way to make a living
Squeezing pennies out of songs

I may never build a castle
But the ends meet up somehow
Throwing coins into a coffee can
Oh if you could see me now

Whoah-oh; story after story
Of all your faded glory
Is all I ever hope to live up to
Whoah-oh; know as I get older
I'm standing on your shoulders
Trying to be just like you
But they don't make 'em
like they used to

Leather skin, tough as nails
Promises that never failed
Solid as the gospel truth
They don't make 'em
Like they used to

Whoah-oh; know as I get older
I'm standing on your shoulders
Trying to be just like you

They don't make 'em
Like they used to

They don't make 'em
Like they used to

They don't make 'em
Like they used to

They don't make 'em
Like they used to

They don't make 'em
Like they used to

Written by: Will Hoge and Sean McConnell

Warner-Tamerlane
Pub Corp., Warner-Tamerlane
Pub Corp. o/b/o Little Beluga
Music, BMG Platinum Songs
o/b/o Will Hoge Music, BMG
Platinum Songs o/b/o Jam
Writers Group, and BMG
Platinum Songs