Trying to find a place in this mess
Pair off with the one that you like the best
Right away you're out looking for food
Wondering if you both made the wrong move
Look out, here come two little ones
And peace in the valley a few days a month
Trembling a little, I wait to be found
By a fisherman's daughter with her overalls down
Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore
They don't make 'em like this anymore
Anymore
Kids are grown and we're hitting our stride
Both in love and the money's alright
Lucky and careful, we dodged our worst fears
But not much of the pain we heaped on each other for all those years
Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore
Singing they don't make 'em like this anymore
Because they don't make 'em like this anymore
Anymore
Dreaming on in a hospital bed
I'm holding her hand and kissing her head
Kids and grandkids in unison howl
Put down your guitar, go enjoy her right now
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