Southbound 65, in a sweet home state of mineHalfway to Birmingham, going back where it all beganRed brick house, denim blue jeansA picket fence, American dreamBut when I think about home, you already knowI'm talking about them hot seat summers, meeting Jerry SprottWith a little bit of Tito's, over Sun and CopsBlacktop smoking on the 4th of July, likeBoom, boom, look at that stackFront porch kicking, anywhere but homeBaby, I'm pop chilling, she like aBeen around the world, ain't nothing likeHot man, lanky man, them Alabama nightsA double feature at the drive-inA mama's cooking after divingBest friend's car with the CD skippingVery young, better preach byVeiling all your roll, tack, roll, war eagleDowntown bars, oh I see foolsWhen I think about home, it's just down the roadI'm talking about them hot seat summers, meeting Jerry SprottWith a little bit of Tito's, over Sun and CopsBlacktop smoking on the 4th of July, likeBoom, boom, look at that stackFront porch kicking, anywhere but homeBaby, I'm pop chilling, she like aBeen around the world, ain't nothing likeHot man, lanky man, them Alabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeThem Alabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeAlabamaCountry, crimson, down home, livingSix string picking, wouldn't have it any differentWith them hot seat summers, mixing Jerry SprottWith a little bit of Tito's, over Sun and CopsBlacktop smoking on the 4th of July, likeBoom, boom, look at that stackFront porch kicking, anywhere but homeBaby, I'm pop chilling, she like aBeen around the world, ain't nothing likeHot man, lanky man, them Alabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeThem Alabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeAlabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeThem Alabama nightsThere ain't nothing likeAlabama nights