Travis Tritt - They Don’t Make ’em Like That No More lyrics

She had three hundred horses
Ragin' under the hood
That '67 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

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