Country Classic

Lyrics
[Intro] Oh yeah Come on [Verse 1] 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, oh 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 [Pre-Chorus] Just like the way she talks, so sweet and so clear Oh, it's music to my ears [Chorus] 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 (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) Oh, I can't get her out of my head Know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic, mm yeah That girl is a country classic [Verse 2] Like first dates and a kiss in a truck bed Up late, stealing liquor from the cabinet Eight tracks, home team on a ball cap She ain't a throwback [Chorus] 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 (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) 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 [Pre-Chorus] Just like the way she talks, so sweet and so clear Oh, it's music to my ears [Chorus] 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 (By morning) Man, she feels like a woman Like I heard her on the radio Driving down that red dirt road (Woo-hoo) Oh, I can't get her out of my head Know I gotta have it That girl, that girl is a country classic, mm yeah Yeah, she's a country classic
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Credits
- Writers
- Gabe Foust
- Jonathan Capeci
- Jaxson Free