Late one night on Broadway,
down at the Orchid Lounge
I was packing up my guitar,
I heard footsteps in the darkness
The lights came up and what I saw
There was Patsy Cline and Lefty
And Bob Wills and old E .T.
Just as real as I'm here breathing,
they were staring back at me
I saw Webb and Bill and Marty,
and then I heard a bottle break
Through the back door from the alley,
They don't make us like they used to
They don't know the things that we do
Takes a lot to fill the big shoes
That walked these streets before
You gotta make them feel a sad song
Make them laugh and cry and then song
They don't make us like they used to
Then I heard a clap of thunder
and I watched the lightning flash
That night I saw my future
and it was built upon the past
Well that hillbilly band from heaven
said you're right where you belong
I wipe the tears from my eyes
I look up to find them gone
They don't make us like they used to
They don't know the things
Takes a lot to fill the big shoes
That walked these streets before
like they used to anymore
They ain't been through what
They don't have to pay the same dues
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