Oh, yeah
Come on

Like blue jeans
And a band on a t-shirt
Cold beer
And a song to 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 cake from Georgia
Some things just never get over 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
Goddamn, if I could make it to Cheyenne
Ramarillo by morning
(By morning)

Man, she feels like a woman
Like I heard it on the radio
Driving down that red dirt road
Oh, I can't get her out of my head
No, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl
Is a country classic, hmm yeah
That girl is a country classic

Like first dates
And a kiss in a truck bed
Up late
Stealing liquor from the cabin
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
Goddamn, 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
Oh, I can't get her out of my head
No, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl
Is a country classic
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
Oh, I can't get her out of my head
No, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl
Is a country classic, hmm yeah
Yeah, she's a country classic