Lyrics:

She''d Rather Wear A Pair Of Cut-Off Jeans Than A Fancy Evening Dress,**lf**and With Her Windows Rolled Down And Her Hair All Blown Around, She''s A Hot Southern Mess...**lf**she''ll Take A Beer Over White Wine And A Campfire Over Candle Light,**lf**and When It Comes To Love, Oh Her Idea Of A Romantic Night...**lf****lf**is Listenin'' To Old Alabama, Drivin'' Through Tennessee...**lf**a Little Dixieland Delight At The Right Time Of The Night,**lf**and She Can''t Keep Her Hands Off Of Me-Ee-Eee!**lf****lf**and Now We''re Rollin'' Down An Old Back Road,**lf**i Got The Steering Wheel In One Hand...**lf**we''ll Find A Hideaway Where She And I Can Play,**lf**in Mother Nature''s Band...**lf****lf**now We''re Listenin'' To Old Alabama, Parked Somewhere In Tennessee...**lf**a Little Dixieland Delight And It Feels So Right,**lf**and It''s Love In The First Degree-Ee-Eee!**lf****lf**forget About Sinatra Or Coltrane, Or Some Ol'' Righteous Brothers Song,**lf****lf**and Barry White Ain''t Gonna Work Tonight, If You Really Wanna Turn Her On;**lf**play Some Back Home Come On Music That Comes From The Heart,**lf**play Something With Lots Of Feeling, ''cause That''s Where Music Has To Start...**lf****lf**now We''re Listenin'' To Old Alabama, And We''re Drivin'' Through Tennessee,**lf**a Little Dixieland Delight And It Feels So Right And Its Love In The First Degree...**lf****lf**yeah'' You Know We''re Listenin'' To Old Alabama,(Old Alabama) Drivin'' Through Tennessee, (Tennessee)**lf**a Little Why Lady Why At The Right Time Of The Night**lf**oh And She Can''t Keep Her Hands Off Of Me-Ee-Eee**lf****lf**oh, Play Me Some Old Alabama,**lf**oh, Play Me Some Old Alabama...**lf**won''t You Play Me Some Old Alabama,**lf**play Me Some Old Alabama...**lf**won''t You Pla-Ee-Ay-Ay