Lyrics:

She wore a pink 'Bama do-rag, smacking on Juicy Fruit
Red clay sticking to her Timberland boots
A tight white t-shirt showing off her Talledega tan
I said darling where you from she said
'Watch your tongue, do you really have to ask?'

I'm from Ala-Freakin-Bama
Ala-Freakin-Bama
Tell me what's it to you
I'm from Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama

I said slow down sister, don't mean to make you mad
I grew up on Skynyrd and I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride, when you say

Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
From her boots to her bandana
She screams Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama

Yeah, I can roll with the flow, baby you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I actually think it's kind of cute
The way you say it with pride, say it for me baby

Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Ala-Freakin-Bama)
Baby, open of a can of Ala-Freakin-Bama
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Baby, open of a can of Ala-Freakin-Bama
Ala-Freakin-Bama
'Bama, hey

Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Ala-Freakin-Bama (Roll Tide roll)
Ala-Freakin-Bama