| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| After old Papa John they broke the mold
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| Rock on! |
| Papa John. |
| Rock on!
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| Rock on! |
| Papa John. |
| Rock on!
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| They know ol' Papa John has come and gone
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| After old Papa John they broke the mold
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| Now John would get it on with the band
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| Yeah Creach could screech like no other man
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| Make you weep with the sweep of his hand
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| Yeah you couldn’t stop dancing to his boogie woogie blues
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| With a stiff upper lip he paid his dues
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| Nobody’ll ever fill ol' Papa’s shoes
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| 'Cause they don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| No they don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| After old Papa John the broke the mold, rock on!
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| Now Ol' King Cole was a merry ol' soul
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| He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl
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| Then he called for his old fiddler’s soul
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| And John just played 'em his favorite song
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| He played over and over all day long
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| Then he played over the rainbow and was gone
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| After old Papa John they broke the mold
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| Rock on! |
| Papa John. |
| Rock on!
|
| Rock on! |
| Papa John. |
| Rock on!
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| They know ol' Papa John has come and gone
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| They don’t make 'em like that anymore
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| After old Papa John they broke the mold |