[Verse 1]
Faded blue jeans with the orange seams, the only ones I ever wore
Like so many other good things, you can't find 'em anymore
Take this old chair, though it's thread bare and a long time past it's prime
I wouldn't trade it, my dad made it, it's the only one of it's kind
[Chorus]
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
[Verse 2]
And when you're talkin', talkin' to me and you're holding me so tight
Feels like some romantic movie that only comes in black and white
You've got the charm of an old love song I haven't heard in quite awhile
Played just for me, it's our story coming 'cross the AM dial
[Chorus]
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
They don't make 'em like they used to
That's why I'm hanging on to you
That's why I'm hanging on to you
That's why I'm hanging on to you
