They Don't Make Men Like You
Dad... Sixty today. Sunday mornings, you'd put a record on and press your good shirt before church. You taught me to tie a tie and look a man in the eye. Happy birthday, Pop. [Verse] Sunday morning, needle on the record You'd press your good shirt while the coffee popped You knew every neighbor's name up and down the block And you taught me how to shake a hand and mean it [Chorus] Dad, you're sixty And you still got that walk The suit, the records, the way you fill a room — And they don't make men like you no more (happy birthday, Pop) [Verse] You worked downtown in shoes you shined yourself Came home tired, still turned the music up You said "stand up straight, son, the world is watching" And I stand a little taller 'cause of you [Bridge] Everybody downtown knew your name I'm just out here trying to walk the way you walked [Final Chorus] Dad, here we are And you still got that walk The suit, the records, the man you always were — And they don't make men like you no more (happy birthday, Pop)
