Loretta Lynn

G (320003@1)I wasn't much more than ababy, (x02210@1)I thought he was abear, (x02210@1)


DThe (xx0232@1)Way my Daddy carried me around. (x02210@1)They said I learned to walk
While holding on to just one finger,

GOn (320003@1)the hand of aman (x02210@1)that's standin' six foot, 	three.
Not old enough to understand the meaning of depression:.

DJust (xx0232@1)somethin' people talk about a (x02210@1)lot.
My Daddy wasn't one to try to make no big impression,
	GJust (320003@1)one heck of aman (x02210@1)that worked for what he'd 	got.
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	CThey (x32010@1)don't make 'em like my 	Daddy any more.
	G (320003@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
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:
	GThey (320003@1)don't make 'em like my Daddy any 	more.
From the Johnson County court house
To the hills of West Virginia,
	DMy (xx0232@1)Daddy worked down in them dark cold 	mines.
Education didn't count so much as what you had for mem'u
	GLike (320003@1)the will to live an' adream (x02210@1)of better 	times.
Daddy never took a hand out; we ate pinto beans and bacon,
	DBut (xx0232@1)he worked to keep the wolf back from the door. (xx0231@1)And it only proves one thing to me,
When folks start bellyaching:
	GThey (320003@1)don't make 'em like my Daddy any 	more.
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