Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there

High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare

It's easy to see she's got her style down pat

Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat

Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that



She likes pickup trucks and longnecks and she loves to dance

She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance

Skin tight jeans and a cowboy hat

Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat

Well you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that



Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man

But I thank heaven every chance I can

For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began



Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man

But I thank heaven every chance I can

For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began



You can find them on a city street or down a country road

Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go

Take your breath away like a tire gone flat

Make a man cry like a little spoiled brat

Well you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that



Yes, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that

Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that