(Ala-fucking-bama)

She wore a pink 'Bama durag, smacking on juicy fruit
A red clay sticking to her Timberland boots
A tail white t-shirt showing off her Talladega tan
I said, "Darling where you from?", she said, "Watch your tongue, don't you know that I am"

I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Tell me what's it to ya?
I'm from Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama, ow

I said, "Slow down sister, I'm a God-fearing man
You know I grew up on Skynyrd and I'm a Bear Bryant fan
I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute the way you say it with pride, ow"

I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
From her boots to her bandana, Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama

Yeah
Yeah, I'm talking
It's a little south of my company down there

I can roll with the flow, baby, you can roll with the tide
I don't mind if you do, I think it's kind of cute, the way you say it with pride

I'm from Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama
Baby, open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, 'Bama
Ala-fucking-bama
She screams Ala-fucking-bama
Open up a can of Ala-fucking-bama
Ala-fucking-bama, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey