Old Alabama Songtext / Lyric

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 and 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 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
and 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 (2x)
Won’t you play me some old Alabama
Play me some old Alabama, won’t you play, yeee-haw