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She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than an evening dress And with the windows rolled down And her hair blowin all around Well, she's a hot Southern mess She'd take a beer over white wine A campfire over candle light And when it comes to love, Her idea of a romantic night Is listenin' to old Alabama And driving through Tennessee A little "Dixieland Delight" and "The Right Time of the Night", And she can't keep her off of me And now we rollin' down an old backroad I've 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", SongtexteAnd it's "Love In the First Degree" Forget about Sinatra or Coltrane Or some ol' Righteous Brothers' song Hey, even barry White ain't gonna work tonight If you really wanna turn her on (Alabama) Play some back home, come on, music That comes from the heart Play somethin' with lots of feelin' 'Cause that's where music has to start (Brad) 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) And drivin' through Tennessee A little "Why, Lady, Why" At "The Right Time of the Night", 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 Oh, play-eay-eay Aus Songtexte Mania