Oh, yeah
Come on
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, ah, 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 or Amarillo by morning (by the morning)
Man, she feels like a woman
Like I heard her on the radio
Driving down that red dirt road
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
8-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 or Amarillo by morning (by the morning)
Man, she feels like a woman
Like I heard her on the radio
Driving down that red dirt road
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 or Amarillo by morning (by the morning)
Man, she feels like a woman
Like I heard her on the radio
Driving down that red dirt road
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, yeah, she's a country classic
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