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 and a campfire over candle light And when it comes to love, oh her idea of a romantic night…
Is Listenin’ to old Alabama, driving through Tennessee A little Dixieland Delight and the Right Time of the Night And she can’t keep her hands off of me ye yee!
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 ye yee!
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 listening to Old Alabama, and we’re driving through Tennessee, A little Dixieland Delight and It Feels So Right and its Love in the First Degree
Yeah’ you know we’re listening to Old Alabama,(old Alabama) driving through Tennessee, (Tennessee) A little Why Lady Why at The Right Time of The Night And she can’t keep her hands off of me ye yee
Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won’t you play me some old Alabama Play me some old Alabama Won’t you pla-ee-ay-ay Yeee-haw!!!