[Verse 1]Faded blue jeans with the orange seams, the only ones I ever woreLike so many other good things, you can't find 'em anymoreTake this old chair, though it's thread bare and a long time past it's primeI 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 toThat's why I'm hanging on to you[Verse 2]And when you're talkin', talkin' to me and you're holding me so tightFeels like some romantic movie that only comes in black and whiteYou've got the charm of an old love song I haven't heard in quite awhilePlayed just for me, it's our story coming 'cross the AM dial[Chorus]They don't make 'em like they used toThat's why I'm hanging on to youThey don't make 'em like they used toThat's why I'm hanging on to youThey don't make 'em like they used toThat's why I'm hanging on to youThat's why I'm hanging on to youThat's why I'm hanging on to you
