If I'm not all you need Then just set me free I'm down on my knees If you're not the one for me Then just let me be I'm begging you please I'm praying for closed doors and open windows I'll follow where the wind blows Don't be scared to leave

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Why don't hook up the old Winnebago Baby, why don't we go Rolling down a two-lane Park it right, by the lake night Catch a little moonlight Open all the windows You and me in the middle of nowhere We'll build a fire As soon as we get there

Tore the curtains down But you are out of my mind Heard you say Windows open, now make a sound Heard your voice There's no choice Windows open, now make a noise (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh)

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

I wanna put you in my car and drive And turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it out If I could press play, repeat, how happy I'd be Wherever I'd go I'd have you there with me You'd be right where you belong Let me put you in a song Well