I wear a gold watch, handed down from my grandpa
And I've been blue because it stopped tellin' time a week ago
I took it in and this old man couldn't find the parts to fix it
He said Son, I guess they just don't make em like that anymore
My, oh my, does it ever get much better
There always seems to be some pain in store
Why oh why, can't the best things last forever
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
The day they buried mamma it was snowing on the mountain
I was fighting back the sadness through every note in every chord
The tears were rolling down, but then I saw my grandpa smiling
He said, Son I don't think they'll ever make em like her anymore
My, oh my, does it ever get much better
There always seems to be some pain in store
Why oh why, can't the best things last forever
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I play a violin made by hand in the forties
That old girl can sing the sweetest song you ever heard
I can see them up there dancing, to the waltzes I am playing
And I bet that they don't miss this old world too much, anymore
And I bet that they don't miss this old world too much, anymore
My, oh my, does it ever get much better
There always seems to be some pain in store
Why oh why, can't the best things last forever
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
My, oh my, does it ever get much better
There always seems to be some pain in store
Why oh why, can't the best things last forever
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
I guess they just don't make 'em like they used to anymore
Anymore
