D# A# F/A A# He had a southern drawl like a redbone hound D# A# F/A A# And every song he sang was my favorite sound D# A# F/A Gm He'd be the last one off if the ship went down D# A# F/A A# The kind of man it feels good to be a-round D# A# F/A A# The kind of man it feels good to be a-round Had hair as white as a cotton field And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel Never went nowhere without a rod and reel Lord I miss that man and I always will I miss that man and I always will Chorus: D# A# He'd see through a lie like an old screen door Gm F A# He taught me how to hunt, how to love the lord D# Gm He car-ried a bible and for-ty-four D# A# F/A A# And they just don't make 'em like that no more Said, "take what you've got and do the best you can Best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land" Y'all he knew his like the back of his hand He was something else, my old man He was something else, my old man Chorus Saw him strum this thing every chance he could And he left it to me like he said he would If you ask me why it sounds so good It's 'cause I'm holdin' more than strings and wood I'm holdin' more than strings and wood Chorus No they just don't make 'em like that no more | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# D# F Gm |