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
In peace in the valley, a few days a month
Trembling a little, I wait to be filmed
By a fisherman's daughter with her overalls down

Singing, "They don't make them like this anymore.
They don't make them 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 them like this anymore."
Singing, "They don't make them like this anymore.
Because, they don't make them 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 and join her right now!"



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