You got the style and the class
And your foot on the gas of the 57 Chevy
That I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday mornin'
In a black and white picture
Baptised by the river
Wishin' 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 talkin' cigarettes and cash
Comin' out of the dash
Watch 'em stare when they pass
Hear them necks brakin'
You know I can't blame 'em
With the top down singin'
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 swingin'
Homemade ice cream and
Got the preacher man preachin'
Got the whole church town singin' '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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