I made a trip back to my hometown last week
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For my grandparent's 50 year anniversary
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It was black leather wingtips, and big bouffant hair
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Your typical senior affair
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They were cutting a rug to a Glen Miller tune
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When someone stood up and tapped a glass with a spoon
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It was old Eddie Vicker's, granddaddy's best man
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And his very best friend to this day
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And his eyes grew misty as he raised his champagne
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He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
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Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
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Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
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My daddy's old tools I still use
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The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
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The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
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And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
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Still there after fifty years past
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Here's to the makers of things built to last
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We live in a world now of plastic and glue
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Disposable honor, replaceable truth
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If a PART breaks, why fix it
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Man, what's the use
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It costs less to buy it brand new
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Oh, but lately I've looked in the eyes of my wife
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And I see there what matters the most in this life
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And I have decided I'm taking a stand
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To stay on that fifty year plan
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Inspired by the words of a very wise man
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He said, here's to the makers of things built to last
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Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
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Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
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My daddy's old tools I still use
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The pledge of allegiance, the stars and the stripes
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The words in the Bible, the sun in the sky
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And here's to the twinkle in old married eyes
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Still there after fifty years past
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Here's to the makers of things built to last
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Built to Last
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| Heartland |
