Old Alabama

                                  She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans 

Than a fancy evening dress,

And with her windows rolled down 

And her hair all blown around, 

She's a hot southern mess



She'll take a beer over white wine 

A campfire over candle light,

And when it comes to love, 

Oh her idea of, a romantic night



Listenin' to old Alabama, drivin' through Tennessee

A little dixieland delight at the right time of the night,

And she can't keep her hands off of me-ee-ee!



And now we're rollin' down an old back road,

I got the steering wheel in one hand

We'll find a hideaway where she and I can play,

In mother nature's band



Now we're listenin' to old Alabama, 

Parked somewhere in Tennessee

A little dixieland delight and it feels so right,

And it's love in the first degree-ee-ee!



Forget about Sinatra or Coltrane, 

Or some ol' righteous brothers song,

And Barry White ain't gonna work tonight, 

If you really wanna turn her on

Play some back home come on music 

That comes from the heart,

Play something with lots of feeling, 

'cause that's where music has to start…



Now we're listenin' to old Alabama, 

And we're drivin' through Tennessee,

A little dixieland delight and it feels so right 

And its love in the first degree



Yeah' you know we're listenin' to old Alabama (old Alabama) 

Drivin' through Tennessee (Tennessee)

A little why lady why at the right time of the night

Oh and she can't keep her hands off of me-ee-eee



Oh, play me some old Alabama, 

Oh, play me some old Alabama

Won't you play me some old Alabama, 

Oh pla-ee-ay-ay, yee-haw!



So the one you loved just left you for another

And your down

Or you lost your job and you need a drink

You look around and start to think

That no one understands what you been through