She´d rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans than a fancy evening 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
And 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

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 play?
Yeehaw