I wasn't much more than a baby
I thought he was a bear
The way my daddy carried me around
They said I learned to walk
While holding on to just one finger
On the hand of a man
That stands six-foot-three
Not old enough to understand
The meaning of depression
Just something people talked about a lot
My daddy wasn't one that tried
To make no big impressions
Just one heck of a man
That worked for what he got
They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away
The pattern through the years
In a great big land of freedom
At a time we really need them
They don't make them like my daddy anymore
From the Johnson County Coal Camps
To the hills of West Virginia
My daddy worked down in them dark coal mines
Education didn't count so much
As what you had born in you
Like the will to live
And a dream of better times
Daddy never took a handout
We ate pinto beans and bacon
But he worked to keep the wolf back from the door
And it only proved one thing to me
When folks start belly-aching
They don't make them like my daddy anymore
They don't make men like my daddy anymore
Guess they've thrown away
The pattern through the years
In a great big land of freedom
At a time we really need them
They don't make them like my daddy anymore
They don't make them like my daddy anymore