“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