He was knocking a bull against a tank stand with a stump And who could have guessed what that country boy would become With a crack of a leather-worn willow, a nation called his name And the Bradman boy from Barrow became the greatest in the game They don't make them like that anymore, they don't make them like that anymore He counted the cost and gave it all They don't make them like they did back then, to keep getting up again and again They just don't make them like that anymore The Kirkpatrick boy watched the Nullar Creek flow by As he sang a song about another wet July Countless tunes and miles and mates and dusty roads have passed That boy's become a legend with his hat and his guitar They don't make them like that anymore, they don't make them like that anymore He counted the cost and gave it all They don't make them like they did back then, to keep getting up again and again They just don't make them like that anymore They don't make them like that anymore, they don't make them like that anymore He counted the cost and gave it all They don't make them like they did back then, to keep getting up again and again They just don't make them like that anymore They don't make them like that anymore They just don't make them, they don't make them like that anymore