Make ‘Em Like You - Dallas Smith

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