Karaoké They Don't Make 'Em Like That No More Travis Tritt

She had three hundred horses ragin' under the hood

That sixty-seven Chevy sounded so damn good

Come Friday night

I'd take her out on the town

Turnin' all the heads and burnin' it down

Three hundred thousand miles on that dashboard

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

She was the prettiest thing this country boy ever seen

An Oklahoma cutie and a rodeo queen

Every cowboy there would try to steal her heart

She was put together like a work of art

When she looked my way

I nearly hit the floor

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

There's just some things that stand the test of time like an old jukebox and some honky-tonk wine

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

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

Woah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Well ol' Hag came on my daddy's radio

Every word he sang whispered to my soul

There was truth and passion in every line

I could almost swear he could read my mind

Yeah them heartbreak songs cut me to the core

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

There's just some things that stand the test of time like an old jukebox and some honky-tonk wine

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

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

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

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

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