country classic

Kane Brown

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, 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

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 (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

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

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 (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

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 (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