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