Country Classic

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Oh, yeah Come on Like blue jeans and a band on a T-shirt Cold beer and a song through the speakers Some things just never go out of style, ah yeah Like a porch swing and a Sunday morning Sweet tea and a peach picked from Georgia Some things just never get old with 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, hot damn If I could make it to Cheyenne or Amarillo 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, know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic Mmm yeah, that girl is a country classic Like first dates and a kiss in a truck bed Up late stealing liquor from the cabinet 8-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, hot damn If I could make it to Cheyenne or Amarillo 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, know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic Yeah, 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 or Amarillo 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, know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic Mmm yeah, yeah, she's a country classic