Like blue jeans and a band on a t-shirt Cold beer and a song through the speakers
Some things just never go out of style, oh yeah Like a porch swing and a Sunday morning Sweet tea and a peach picked from Georgia Some things just never get old with time
Just like the way she talks, so sweet and so clear Oh, it´s music to my ears
That girl, she´s a sweet home, Alabama She could paint me a Birmingham, hot damn If I could make it to Cheyenne Ramarillo by morning (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) Oh, I can´t get her out of my head Know I gotta have it
That girl, that girl is a country classic, mm yeah That girl is a country classic
Like first dates and a kiss in a truck bed Up late, stealing liquor from the cabinet Eight tracks, home team on a ball cap She ain´t a throwback
That girl, she´s a sweet home Alabama She could paint me a Birmingham, hot damn If I could make it to Cheyenne Ramarillo by morning (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) Oh, I can´t get her out of my head Know I gotta have it
That girl, that girl is a country classic Yeah, yeah, she´s a country classic
Just like the way she talks, so sweet and so clear Oh, it´s music to my ears
That girl, she´s a sweet home Alabama She could paint me a Birmingham Hot damn, if I could make it to Cheyenne Ramarillo by morning (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) Oh, I can´t get her out of my head Know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic, mm yeah