Текст Jessie James Decker – Clint Eastwood

They don’t make ’em like that anymore
Breaking through the mold like swinging doors
A heart of gold and a silver tongue, dusty boots and a smoking gun
A hundred thousand miles on that old Ford

Only talks when he’s got something to say
The way he stares me down says, «Make my day.»
Levi vintage fashion sense, didn’t buy his jeans distressed
Barbed wire fence made him that way
If I could, I’d make them all Clint Eastwood
Hey, hey, hey

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I’d make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

He don’t take my rebel heart and try to fix me
But ’round the house, there’s always something that needs fixing
Bridges that generation gap, wins over Grandma, Mom, and Dad
Sticks by me through the good, the bad, and ugly
If I could, I’d make them all Clint Eastwood
Hey, hey, hey

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I’d make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

Go back to 1967 (come on)

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I’d make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

Oh, yeah

Oh, if I could, I’d make them all Clint Eastwood