Kane Brown - Country Classic Lyrics

oh, yeah, come on

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

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, hmm yeah
That girl is a country classic

Like first dates and a kiss in a truck bed
Up late, stealing liquor from the cabin
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
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

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, hmm yeah
Yeah, she's a country classic