[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there
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High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare
D                              A
It's easy to see she's got her style down pat
D                           A
Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat
E                                                   A
Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that

[Verse 2]
A                                     A7 A
She likes pickup trucks and longnecks
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And she loves to dance
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She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance
D                      A
Skin tight jeans and a cowboy hat
D                       A
Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat
E                                                   A
Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that

[Chorus]
D                             A
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man
D                        A
But I thank heaven every chance I can
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For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began

[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
D                             A
Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man
D                        A
But I thank heaven every chance I can
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For sending Eve to Adam when this old world first began

[Verse 3]
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You can find them on a city street or down a country road
A                                                      A7 A
Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go
D                            A
Take your breath away like a tire gone flat
D                            A
Make a man cry like a little spoiled brat
E                                                   A
Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that

[Outro]
A                                       E          A
Yes, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
A                                        E          A
Well, you gotta love the Lord for makin' girls like that
A
Umm ummm
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Girl
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You gotto move on
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Girl like that
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Woo for making a girl like that
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Making a girl like that
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Umm emmm  (Fade Out...)