They had me late in life — Dad was forty-eight, Mama said God’s plan don’t ever run late. He’d come home tired, boots by the door, She’d kiss his cheek and thank the Lord. They didn’t have much, but I had it all, Faith in our house and love in those walls. And I never knew till the years rolled by, How fast forever can say goodbye. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) Now I’m the one holdin’ them up, Just like they did when I was young. And every night I pray for time to slow, ‘Cause I’m not ready to let ‘em go. ⸻ (Chorus) They don’t make love like that no more, Built on faith and a hardwood floor. Through every storm, through every fight, They held on with all their might. Now their hands are weak, but their hearts still strong, And I’m the one that they lean on. If I could trade my years for a few of theirs before, Lord, they don’t make love like that no more. ⸻ (Verse 2) Daddy still talks ‘bout workin’ nights, Mama hums hymns by candlelight. He says, “Son, don’t let the small things win,” And I see the boy I was in him. Her hair’s gone gray, her voice gone soft, But her eyes still shine when he takes his hat off. And when I tuck ‘em in, I have to turn away, ‘Cause even the strong break down some days. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus) They gave me roots that still run deep, And I owe them more than they’ll ever see. So I thank the Lord for every breath, For every moment we’ve got left. ⸻ (Chorus) They don’t make love like that no more, Built on faith and a hardwood floor. Through every storm, through every fight, They held on with all their might. Now their hands are weak, but their hearts still strong, And I’m the one that they lean on. If I could trade my years for a few of theirs before, Lord, they don’t make love like that no more. ⸻ (Bridge) One day that old front door will close, And I’ll stand where the wild wind blows. But I’ll hear their voices in my prayers, Sayin’, “Son, we’ll meet you up there.” ⸻ (Final Chorus) They don’t make love like that no more, It’s the kind you live and die for. Through every loss, through every gain, They taught me how to stand in rain. Now their faces fade, but the lesson stays, Love’s not a word — it’s the life you gave. And I’ll keep their faith forevermore… Lord, they don’t make love like that no more. ⸻ (Outro) Yeah, I’m the man they raised me to be, And their love still lives in me.
