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'

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

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

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'

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

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio 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

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