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-ee-eee!

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-ee-eee!

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 its 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-ee-eee

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!