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 to 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 cake from Georgia
Some things just never get over time
[Chorus]
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
Goddamn, if I could make it to Cheyenne
Ramarillo by morning (By morning)
Man, she feels like a woman, like I heard it on the radio
Driving down that red dirt road
Oh, I can't get her out of my head
No, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl is a country classic
That girl is a country classic

[Verse 2]
Like first dates and a kiss in a truck bed
Up late, stealing liquor from the cab
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
Goddamn, if I could make it to Cheyenne
Ramarillo by morning (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, no, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl is a country classic
Yeah, she's a country classic
[Chorus]
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
Ramarillo by morning (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
No, I gotta have it
That girl, that girl is a country classic, mm yeah
Yeah, she's a country classic

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