Chords for Aaron Watson - They Don't Make Em Like They Used To (Official Audio)
Tempo:
110.15 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
F#m
C#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#] [A] [B] [A]
[C#m] [F#m]
[D] [A] Blue bonnets down a long [C#m] stretch of hill country highway.
[F#m] Wind is down, radio up [D] riding shotgun next to you.
[A] You were smoking Camelites behind [C#m] the wheel, I can still hear you say [F#m] 300,000 miles, you
can't beat [D] an old beat up Chevrolet.
[A] [C#m]
[F#m] [D] [A]
Well Granny's in the kitchen, [C#m] smell of fried chicken frying.
[F#m] She's cooking in her apron, [D] singing along with Patsy Cline.
[A] Playing ball in the front yard, [C#m] little sister runs in crying.
[F#m] She climbs up in her arms, I [D] hear her laughing through the old screen door.
They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, they [F#m] don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] Well the days have changed since the golden days and [C#m] some ways we've come so far [F#m] but I
never dreamed we'd trade the [D] American dream for a fancy foreign [A] car.
Have we sold our souls to save a [C#m] buck?
Traded hard work for dumb luck [F#m] and those old country songs are sounding [D] better than ever before.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] No they don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they
don't make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] So you live the kind of life so long [C#m] after you're long gone, you'll [F#m] always be there in
their hearts [D] and you'll look like a child [A] and someday they'll sit around [C#m] down at John
Pease Country Store and [F#m] they'll be laughing over stories you've [D] told a thousand times
before and they'll say they don't make them like you [F#m] anymore.
[D] [E] They don't make them like you [A] anymore.
[C#m]
[F#m] [D]
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] Well, no news is good news.
Tell [C#m] me, whose news really tells the [F#m] truth?
A debt toll rises, [D] highs, gas prices shoot straight through the [A] roof.
Meanwhile, politicians preach, [C#m] while some preachers politic.
[F#m] What we need is lots of love, yeah, [D] lots of love might do the trick.
[A] Instead we criticize, we glamorize, who's [C#m] right or wrong, who's left or [F#m] right.
Missing out on so many beautiful [D] colors, fighting over what's black or white.
[A] You gotta begin, gotta learn to [C#m] live together, make the world a better [F#m] place.
Just maybe someday, somebody, [D] somewhere, will look back on the day, look back on us and say,
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used [B] to,
they [F#m] don't make them like you [D] anymore.
[Dm] [D]
[C#m] [F#m]
[D] [A] Blue bonnets down a long [C#m] stretch of hill country highway.
[F#m] Wind is down, radio up [D] riding shotgun next to you.
[A] You were smoking Camelites behind [C#m] the wheel, I can still hear you say [F#m] 300,000 miles, you
can't beat [D] an old beat up Chevrolet.
[A] [C#m]
[F#m] [D] [A]
Well Granny's in the kitchen, [C#m] smell of fried chicken frying.
[F#m] She's cooking in her apron, [D] singing along with Patsy Cline.
[A] Playing ball in the front yard, [C#m] little sister runs in crying.
[F#m] She climbs up in her arms, I [D] hear her laughing through the old screen door.
They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, they [F#m] don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] Well the days have changed since the golden days and [C#m] some ways we've come so far [F#m] but I
never dreamed we'd trade the [D] American dream for a fancy foreign [A] car.
Have we sold our souls to save a [C#m] buck?
Traded hard work for dumb luck [F#m] and those old country songs are sounding [D] better than ever before.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] No they don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they
don't make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] So you live the kind of life so long [C#m] after you're long gone, you'll [F#m] always be there in
their hearts [D] and you'll look like a child [A] and someday they'll sit around [C#m] down at John
Pease Country Store and [F#m] they'll be laughing over stories you've [D] told a thousand times
before and they'll say they don't make them like you [F#m] anymore.
[D] [E] They don't make them like you [A] anymore.
[C#m]
[F#m] [D]
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
[A] Well, no news is good news.
Tell [C#m] me, whose news really tells the [F#m] truth?
A debt toll rises, [D] highs, gas prices shoot straight through the [A] roof.
Meanwhile, politicians preach, [C#m] while some preachers politic.
[F#m] What we need is lots of love, yeah, [D] lots of love might do the trick.
[A] Instead we criticize, we glamorize, who's [C#m] right or wrong, who's left or [F#m] right.
Missing out on so many beautiful [D] colors, fighting over what's black or white.
[A] You gotta begin, gotta learn to [C#m] live together, make the world a better [F#m] place.
Just maybe someday, somebody, [D] somewhere, will look back on the day, look back on us and say,
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used [B] to,
they [F#m] don't make them like you [D] anymore.
[Dm] [D]
Key:
A
D
F#m
C#m
B
A
D
F#m
_ [F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [B] _ [A] _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] Blue bonnets down a long [C#m] stretch of hill country highway.
[F#m] Wind is down, radio up [D] riding shotgun next to you.
[A] You were smoking Camelites behind [C#m] the wheel, I can still hear you say [F#m] 300,000 miles, you
can't beat [D] an old beat up Chevrolet. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A]
Well Granny's in the kitchen, [C#m] smell of fried chicken frying.
[F#m] She's cooking in her apron, [D] singing along with Patsy Cline.
[A] Playing ball in the front yard, [C#m] little sister runs in crying.
[F#m] She climbs up in her arms, I [D] hear her laughing through the old screen door.
_ _ They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, they [F#m] don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ [A] Well the days have changed since the golden days and [C#m] some ways we've come so far [F#m] but I
never dreamed we'd trade the [D] American dream for a fancy foreign [A] car.
Have we sold our souls to save a [C#m] buck?
Traded hard work for dumb luck [F#m] and those old country songs are sounding [D] better than ever before.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ [A] No they don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they
don't make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ [A] So you live the kind of life so long [C#m] after you're long gone, you'll [F#m] always be there in
their hearts [D] and you'll look like a child [A] and someday they'll sit around [C#m] down at John
Pease Country Store and [F#m] they'll be laughing over stories you've [D] told a thousand times
before and they'll say they don't make them like you [F#m] anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] They don't make them like you [A] _ _ anymore.
[C#m] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore. _
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore. _
[A] Well, no news is good news.
Tell [C#m] me, whose news really tells the [F#m] truth?
A debt toll rises, [D] highs, gas prices shoot straight through the [A] roof.
Meanwhile, politicians preach, [C#m] while some preachers politic.
[F#m] What we need is lots of love, yeah, [D] lots of love might do the trick.
[A] Instead we criticize, we glamorize, who's [C#m] right or wrong, who's left or [F#m] right.
Missing out on so many beautiful [D] colors, fighting over what's black or white.
[A] You gotta begin, gotta learn to [C#m] live together, make the world a better [F#m] place.
Just maybe someday, somebody, [D] somewhere, will look back on the day, look back on us and say,
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used [B] to,
they [F#m] don't make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ [A] Blue bonnets down a long [C#m] stretch of hill country highway.
[F#m] Wind is down, radio up [D] riding shotgun next to you.
[A] You were smoking Camelites behind [C#m] the wheel, I can still hear you say [F#m] 300,000 miles, you
can't beat [D] an old beat up Chevrolet. _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A]
Well Granny's in the kitchen, [C#m] smell of fried chicken frying.
[F#m] She's cooking in her apron, [D] singing along with Patsy Cline.
[A] Playing ball in the front yard, [C#m] little sister runs in crying.
[F#m] She climbs up in her arms, I [D] hear her laughing through the old screen door.
_ _ They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, they [F#m] don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ They [A] don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ [A] Well the days have changed since the golden days and [C#m] some ways we've come so far [F#m] but I
never dreamed we'd trade the [D] American dream for a fancy foreign [A] car.
Have we sold our souls to save a [C#m] buck?
Traded hard work for dumb luck [F#m] and those old country songs are sounding [D] better than ever before.
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore.
_ [A] No they don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they
don't make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ [A] So you live the kind of life so long [C#m] after you're long gone, you'll [F#m] always be there in
their hearts [D] and you'll look like a child [A] and someday they'll sit around [C#m] down at John
Pease Country Store and [F#m] they'll be laughing over stories you've [D] told a thousand times
before and they'll say they don't make them like you [F#m] anymore. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] They don't make them like you [A] _ _ anymore.
[C#m] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore. _
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used to, [F#m] they don't
make them like you [D] anymore. _
[A] Well, no news is good news.
Tell [C#m] me, whose news really tells the [F#m] truth?
A debt toll rises, [D] highs, gas prices shoot straight through the [A] roof.
Meanwhile, politicians preach, [C#m] while some preachers politic.
[F#m] What we need is lots of love, yeah, [D] lots of love might do the trick.
[A] Instead we criticize, we glamorize, who's [C#m] right or wrong, who's left or [F#m] right.
Missing out on so many beautiful [D] colors, fighting over what's black or white.
[A] You gotta begin, gotta learn to [C#m] live together, make the world a better [F#m] place.
Just maybe someday, somebody, [D] somewhere, will look back on the day, look back on us and say,
[A] They don't make them like they used to, [C#m] they don't make them [A] like they used [B] to,
they [F#m] don't make them like you [D] anymore.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _