Built to Last

I made a trip back to my hometown last week For my grandparent’s fifty year annivers’ry It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair Your typical senior affair They were cuttin’ the rug to a Glen Miller tune When someone stood up and tapped a gla*s with a spoon It was old Eddie Vicker’s granddaddy’s best man And his very best friend to this day And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne He said, “Here’s to the makers of things built to last Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on gra*s Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots My daddy’s old tools I still use The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes, The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky And here’s to the twinkle in old married eyes Still there after fifty years past Here’s to the makers of things built to last" We live in a world now of plastic and glue Disposable honor, replaceable truth And if a pot breaks, why fix it? Man, what’s the use? It costs less to buy it brand new Oh but lately I’ve looked in the eyes of my wife And I see there what matters the most in this life And I have decided I’m takin’ a stand To stay on that fifty year plan Inspired by the words of a very wise man He said, “Here’s to the makers of things built to last Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on gra*s Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots My daddy’s old tools I still use The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes, The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky And here’s to the twinkle in old married eyes Still there after fifty years past Here’s to the makers of things built to last" Here’s to the makers of things built to last