Make 'Em Like You

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You got the style and the class
And your foot on the gas of the 59 Chevy
That I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday morning
In a black and white picture
Baptised by the river
Wishing he was here 'cause

They don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so smalltown pretty
It's a doggone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do
Because you're one of a kind
Make you stop on a dime
Yeah, you're sassy
You're classy
You're cool

No, they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you

I'm talking cigarettes and cash
Comin' out of the dash
Watch 'em stare when you pass
Hear them necks brakin'
You know I can't blame 'em
With the top down singing
You got everybody thinkin'
She's a ring of fire ringin' 'cause

They don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so smalltown pretty
It's a doggone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do
Because you're one of a kind
Make you stop on a dime
Yeah, you're sassy
You're classy
You're cool

No, they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you

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Front porch swinging
Homemade ice cream and
got the preacher man preachin'
Got the whole church town singing because

They don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so smalltown pretty
It's a doggone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do
Because you're one of a kind
Make you stop on a dime
Yeah, you're sassy
You're classy
You're cool
No, they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you
They don't make 'em like you

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