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[Verse]
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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
[Chorus]
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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
[Break]
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[Bridge]
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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
