text: Bluebonnets down a long stretch of hill country highway
  Windows down, radio up, ride shotgun next to you
  You were smoking Camel Lights behind the wheel I can still hear you say
  Three hundred thousand miles you cant beat an ol beat up Chevrolet
  Well Grannys in the kitchen, smell of fried chicken frying
  Shes cooking in her apron singing along with Patsy Cline
  Playing ball in the front yard, little sister runs in crying
  She climbs up in her arms, I hear her laughing through the old screen door
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  Well the days have changed since the golden days in some ways weve come so far
  But I never dreamed wed trade the American Dream for a fancy foreign car
  Have we sold our souls to save a buck traded hard work for dumb luck
  And those old country songs are sounding better than ever before
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  Now they dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  So you live the kind of life so long after youre long gone
  Youll always be there in their hearts and your love light will shine on
  And someday theyll sit around down at John Ts Country Store
  Theyll be laughing over stories you told a thousand times before, saying
  Say it, they dont make em like you anymore
  They dont make em like you anymore
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore
  Well no news is good news, tell me whose news really tells the truth
  The death toll rises high as gas prices shoot straight through the roof
  Meanwhile politicians preach while some preachers politic
  Well we need is lots of love, yeah, lots of love might do the trick
  Instead we criticize, we glamorize whos right or wrong, whos left or right
  Missing out on so many beautiful colors fighting over whats black and white
  Weve gotta forgive, gotta learn to live together, make the world a better place
  And just maybe someday somebody somewhere will look back on today
  Look back on us and say
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like they used to
  They dont make em like you anymore