Making More Of

There's always gonna be another barrel of Kentucky bourbon

There's always gonna be another Baptist Sunday sermon

Home team loss, there's always next week

Another sunset in Tennessee

When I look in your eyes, can't help but think

Some things, they're making more of

Like my hometown and your love

That's a one of a kind

Can't bottle it up

We got that good stuff

They ain't making more of, more of

Like a red dirt road rolling through the pines in Georgia

Or the coast of a highway wall in California

First beer underneath the bleachers

Skynyrd blowing out your Pontiac speakers

When you find the one, you don't ever leave her

Some things, they're making more of

Like my hometown and your love

That's a one of a kind

Can't bottle it up

We got that good stuff

They ain't making more of, more of

Not every Chevy is your Daddy's hand-me-down

Just like not every good thing is coming back around

Some things, they're making more of

Like my hometown and your love

That's a one of a kind

And there won't ever be another

What we got with each other

One thing that don't happen twice

Can't bottle it up

We got that good stuff

They ain't making more of, more of

They ain't making more of, yeah