Ala-fucking-bama
She wore a pink 'Bama durag
Snacking on juicy fruit
The red clay sticking to her Timberland boots
A tied white t-shirt showing off her Talladega tan
I said, "Darling, where're you from?"
She said, "Watch your tongue, don't you know that I am
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Tell me what's it to ya?
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama."
'Bama, ow
I said, "Slow down sister, I'm a God-fearing man
You know I grew up on Skynyrd
And I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow
Baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride, ow"
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
From her boots to her bandana
Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
'Bama
Oh!
Hey, hey!
Yeah
Yeah, I'm talkin'
It's a little south of my company down there, hm
I can roll with the flow (ooh)
Baby, you can roll with the tide (ooh)
I don't mind if you do
I think it's kind of cute (ooh)
The way you say it with pride (oh yeah)
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Baby, open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
'Bama
Ala-fucking-bama
She screams, "Ala-fucking-bama"
Open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Of Ala-fucking-bama, oh yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Oh, ow-ow-ow
Hey, hey, hey
