With your beer in the headlights I swear I never seen, ever seen nothing like you anywhere Sittin' right here, out here in the middle of nowhere I got the key turned back Windows down, I'm turning it up and your spinnin' around Takin' a sip, swingin'

I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town My music loud Windows down yeah you can hear me now I turn it up, I need that bass And my chain so bright can’t see my face Can’t nobody get up in my car today Back seat feeling like 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

We can leave the night on Girl, you got the beat right, killin' in your Levis High on your loving's got me buzzin' like a streetlight We'll find a road with no name, lay back in the slow lane We'll be rolling down the windows, I bet you we're catchin'

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)

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

Woo hoo, all the windows down Woo hoo, when I'm rolling through your town (Woo hoo) Saying yeah yeah I can feel it in the air that it's on tonight I don't really care if it's wrong or right Petal to the metal baby hold me tight Anything you want I can

If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It’s right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin’ round, windows down on a summer night. I was

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid

Baby, you're perfect And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even