Travis Tritt – They Dont Make Em Like That No More (Guitar)

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She had three hundred horses ragin' under the hood

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That '67 Chevy sounded so damn good

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Come Friday night, I'd take her out on the town

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Turnin' all the heads and burnin' it down

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Three hundred thousand miles on that dashboard

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Son, they don't make 'em like that no more

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She was the prettiest thing this country boy ever seen

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An Oklahoma cutie and a rodeo queen

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Every cowboy there would try to steal her heart

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She was put together like a work of art

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When she looked my way I nearly hit the floor

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Hoss, they don't make 'em like that no more

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There's just some things that stand the test of time

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Like an old jukebox and some honky-tonk wine

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Newer ain't better buddy, that's for sure

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Son, they don't make 'em like that no more

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Oh, yeah

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Oh, yeah

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Well, ol' hag came on my daddy's radio

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Every word he sang whispered to my soul

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There was truth and passion in every line

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I could almost swear he could read my mind

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Yeah, them heartbreak songs cut me to the core

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Lord, they don't make 'em like that no more

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There's just some things that stand the test of time

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Like an old jukebox and some honky-tonk wine

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Newer ain't better buddy, that's for sure

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Son, they don't make 'em like that no more

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Lord, they don't make 'em like this no more

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Said no, they don't make 'em like me no more