Letra de 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

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

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

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

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 (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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