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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 Like they used to anymore
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