John Hardy, American Country Hits, Country Hit Superstars, Country Music All-Stars Жизненное кантри: Мудрость поколений

I found his old Stetson up in the attic space
Covered in dust like a forgotten grace
It still smells of tobacco and the summer rain
Brought a sudden ache right to my vein

They don't make men like him anymore
Roots driven deep in the timber floor
He spoke with his hands and he loved with his soul
Paid every debt and paid every toll
I'm just trying to walk in the boots he left behind
A better man I'll never find

He taught me to fish out on the muddy creek
Told me the strong are the ones who defend the weak
I didn't understand it when I was seventeen
But now those words are the loudest I've seen

They don't make men like him anymore
Roots driven deep in the timber floor
He spoke with his hands and he loved with his soul
Paid every debt and paid every toll
I'm just trying to walk in the boots he left behind
A better man I'll never find

I'm just holding his hat
Missing you, old man