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, 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
Yeah, she's a country classic