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 candle light

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 steerin' 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

Hey, 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 feelin'

'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

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 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've been through