They Don't Build Em Like They Used To

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, my granddad’s Ford still rumbles down that dirt road grace, Rust in the bed but that engine won’t quit its race. Now they’re polishin’ chrome, but the soul’s been misplaced, Don’t matter if it’s Chevy or Dodge, they can’t replace That steel-hearted grit, that all-day drive, A workhorse laughin’ through dust and alive. But these new-age machines? They just don’t feel right— Too much touchscreen, not enough f***t. [Chorus] Oh, they don’t build ’em like they used to, Solid as an oak, tough as a rock. Ford or Ram, Chevy or Dodge— Ain’t no badge can turn back the clock. But with all our tech and our brains so wise, Why can’t we craft ’em to still feel alive? Trucks R Us might peddle their flair, But give me old iron and a road to tear. [Verse 2] I seen a new model gleam like a silver moonrise, But its heart’s a cold chip, no fire in its eyes. They’ll sell you a dream wrapped in parking-lot sheen, But it creaks on a hill where my ’78 preens. Ain’t ’bout the badges, it’s the dirt in the seams, The way a true truck bleeds gasoline dreams. Yeah, we’ve got lasers and bots buildin’ frames, But where’s the soul in a spreadsheet’s name? [Chorus] Oh, they don’t build ’em like they used to, Solid as an oak, tough as a rock. Ford or Ram, Chevy or Dodge— Ain’t no badge can turn back the clock. But with all our tech and our brains so wise, Why can’t we craft ’em to still feel alive? Trucks R Us might peddle their flair, But give me old iron and a road to tear. [Bridge] So fire up the forges, let the engineers try— Meld that new steel with an old-school cry. A hybrid of grit and a microchip’s spark, A truck that’s both future and yesterday’s mark. [Chorus] Oh, they don’t build ’em like they used to, But maybe someday, they’ll break through. Ford or Ram, Chevy or Dodge— We’ll weld the past to tomorrow’s lodge. With all our tech and our brains so wise, We’ll build ’em better, but keep their old eyes. Trucks R Us can keep their chrome parade, We’ll make legends that never fade. [Post-Chorus] On that day we'll have a fish fry to celebrate and all will say Yee Haw! [Outro]