Brad Paisley - Old Alabama lyrics

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 Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama Play me some old Alabama Won't you play