Got the style and the class and your foot on the gas
Of the '57 Chevy that I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday morning in a black and white picture
Baptized 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 small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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 slicker than cash, coming out of the dash
Watch 'em stare when they pass, yeah their neck's breaking
You know I can't blame 'em with the top down singing
You got everybody thinking she's a ring of fire ringing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Front porch swinging
Home made ice cream
And got the preacher man preaching
Whole church out singing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Dallas Smith - Make 'Em Like You Lyrics
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Got the style and the class and your foot on the gas
Of the '57 Chevy that I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday morning in a black and white picture
Baptized 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 small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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 slicker than cash, coming out of the dash
Watch 'em stare when they pass, yeah their neck's breaking
You know I can't blame 'em with the top down singing
You got everybody thinking she's a ring of fire ringing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Front porch swinging
Home made ice cream
And got the preacher man preaching
Whole church out singing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Of the '57 Chevy that I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday morning in a black and white picture
Baptized 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 small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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 slicker than cash, coming out of the dash
Watch 'em stare when they pass, yeah their neck's breaking
You know I can't blame 'em with the top down singing
You got everybody thinking she's a ring of fire ringing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Front porch swinging
Home made ice cream
And got the preacher man preaching
Whole church out singing
'Cause they don't make 'em like that anymore
Anymore, they don't make 'em like you
You're so small town pretty, it's a dog-gone pity
What's all them other boys gonna do?
'Cause you're one of a kind, make you stop on a dime
Yeah you're sexy, 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
Writer: Rob Hatch, Randy Houser, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Brian Kelley, Cameron Montgomery
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Dallas Smith
Length: 3:05
Written by: Rob Hatch, Randy Houser, Tyler Reed Hubbard, Brian Kelley, Cameron Montgomery