Sung by Travis Tritt firstg@eastcoast.co.za Prepared by Allan Travers - A Five foot nine, long legs clear up to there High heel shoes, short skirt with her shoulders bare D E It's easy to see she's got her style down pat D E Got a way of walkin' like a wild bobcat A Well, you gotta love the Lord E A for makin' girls like that A She likes pickup trucks and longnecks and she loves to dance She can steal your heart in a second with a single glance D E Skintight jeans and a cowboy hat D E Hit a boy harder than a baseball bat A Well you gotta love the Lord E A for makin' girls like that BRIDGE D A Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man D A But I thank heaven every chance I can D For sending Eve to Adam E when this old world first began CACDEA BRIDGE D A Well I wouldn't call myself a righteous man D A But I thank heaven every chance I can D For sending Eve to Adam E when this old world first began A You can find them on a city street or down a country road Natural born beauties turning heads everywhere they go D E Take your breath away like a tire gone flat D E Make a man cry like a little spoiled brat A Well you gotta love the Lord E A for makin' girls like that A Yes, you gotta love the Lord E A for makin' girls like that A Well, you gotta love the Lord E A for makin' g.i.r.l.s l.i.k.e t.h.a.t.