He still combs his hair like Elvis
Pays cash for everything
And he'll only drive a Chevy
And he thinks Alan Jackson's king
He knows everyone by name
At the local hardware store
They don't make 'em like that anymore

Up with the sun each mornin'
Hardly missed a day of work
Summer 1957
He helped build that Lutheran church
Believes a man should work all week
But save Sunday for the Lord
They don't make 'em like that anymore

Standin' shoulder to shoulder with him now,
I still feel small
And I'm still lookin' up to him
Like he's ten feet tall
There's somethin' 'bout that generation
These days I think we need 'em
More than we ever did before
But they don't make 'em like that anymore

He married his sweet Marion
June 1955
He goes on and on about her
Casseroles, her clear blue eyes
He still helps her with her coat
Still opens her car door
They don't make 'em like that anymore

Standin' shoulder to shoulder with him now
I still feel small
And I'm still lookin' up to him
Like he's ten feet tall
There's somethin' 'bout that generation
These days I think we need 'em
More than we ever did before
But they don't make 'em like that anymore

There's somethin' 'bout that generation
These days I think we need 'em
More than we ever did before
Yeah that's for sure
But they don't make 'em like that anymore

He still combs his hair like Elvis
Pays cash for everything...