Old Alabama (feat. Alabama)

She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evenin' dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair blown all around She's a hot southern mess She'll take a beer over white wine A campfire over candlelight And when it comes to love Oh, her idea of a romantic night Is 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 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 Forget about Sinatra or Coltrane Or some ol' righteous brothers song Even 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 it's 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, me, me Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama? Oh, play Yee-haw So the one you loved just left you for another And you're 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