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



      D
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.
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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
      G
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.
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