Country Classic - Kane Brown

Lyrics by：Jon Capeci/Gabe Foust/Jaxson Free

Produced by：Dann Huff

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