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 [bad word] to love, oh her idea of a romantic night…

Is Listenin’ to old Alabama, driving through Tennessee
little Dixieland Delight and the Right Time of the Night
And she can’t keep her hands off of me ye yee!

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
little Dixieland Delight and It Feels So Right
And It’s Love In The First Degree ye yee!

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 [bad word] on music [bad word] from the heart
Play something with lots of feeling, ‘cause that’s where music has to start…

Now we’re listening to Old Alabama, and we’re driving through Tennessee,
little Dixieland Delight and It Feels So Right and its Love in the First Degree

Yeah’ you know we’re listening to Old Alabama,(old Alabama) driving through Tennessee, (Tennessee)
little Why Lady Why at The Right Time of The Night
And she can’t keep her hands off of me ye yee

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 pla-ee-ay-ay
Yeee-haw!!!