Alabama Song - Little Jack Melody and His Young Turks

She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evenin' dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair blown all around She's a hot southern mess She'll take a beer over white wine A campfire over candlelight And when it comes to love Oh, her idea of a romantic night Is listenin' to old Alabama, drivin' through Tennessee A little dixieland delight at the right time of the night And she can't keep her hands off of me And now we're rollin' down an old back road I 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 And it's love in the first degree Forget about Sinatra or Coltrane Or some ol' righteous brothers song Even Barry White ain't gonna work tonight If you really wanna turn her on Play some back home, come on music That comes from the heart Play something with lots of feeling 'Cause that's where music has to start 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) Drivin' through Tennessee (Tennessee) A little why lady, why, at the right time of the night Oh, and she can't keep her hands off of me, me, me Oh, play me some old Alabama Oh, play me some old Alabama Won't you play me some old Alabama? Oh, play Yee-haw So the one you loved just left you for another And you're down Or you lost your job and you need a drink You look around and start to think That no one understands what you been through

Drinkin' was forbidden in my Christian country home I learned to play the flattop on them good ol' Gospel songs And I heard about the barrooms just across the Georgia line Where a boy could make a livin' playin' guitar late at night Had to learn about the ladies, too young to understand Why the young girls fall in love with the boys in the band When the boys turn to music, the girls just turn away To some other guitar picker in some other late night place Yeah, I held on to my music, I let the ladies walk away Took my songs and dreams to Nashville then I moved on to L.A. Up to New York City, all across the U.S.A I've lost so much of me but there's enough of me to say That my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and Southern bred What keeps me goin' I don't really know Can't be the money, Lord knows I'm always broke Could it be the satisfaction of bein' understood When the people really love you and let you know when it's good Oh I'll speak my Southern English as natural as I please I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me And someday when I make it, when love finds a way Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say That my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred And my home's in Alabama No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred

Well show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh don't ask why Oh don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh don't ask why Oh don't ask why For if we don't find The next whiskey bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you, I tell you I tell you we must die Oh moon of Alabama We now, must say goodbye We've lost, our good old Mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost, our good old Mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why