He still combs his hair like Elvis
Pays cash for everything
And he'll only drive a chevy and 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 morning
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

Standing shoulder to shoulder with him now I still feel small
And I'm still looking up to him like he's ten feet tall
There's something about 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 Mary, June 1955
He goes on and on about her
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

Standing shoulder to shoulder with him now I still feel small
And I'm still looking up to him like he's ten feet tall
There's something about 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 something about 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