I Hate Alabama

I hate Alabama. I hate Alabama. It's that one game every year, Where I drink a little more beer. It's over 'fore it's over, if we go there Or they come here. Ever since '06, they get us every season. I wish I could say that's the only reason. I hate Alabama, I hate crimson red. And I hate how they yell Roll Tide when I got a Braves hat on my head. And I love Lynyrd Skynyrd, but Lord, I hate Sweet Home. 'Cause when I hear it all I see is A girl with house shoes thrown in the stands At Tuscaloosa. Might've lost by twenty-two, But I hate Alabama 'cause that's where I lost You. I drove there every weekend. The Vols weren't home and Leland, Girl, you had this tendency in ten years down The road. Then you had to go and break My heart in a beer can covered frat house Yard. I guess some things work and some things Don't. And I guess some things change, but one thing Won't. I hate Alabama, I hate crimson Red. And I hate how they yell Roll Tide When I got a Braves hat on my head. And I love Lynyrd Skynyrd, but Lord, I hate Sweet Home. 'Cause when I hear it all I see is A girl with house shoes thrown in the stands At Tuscaloosa. Might've lost by twenty-two, But I hate Alabama 'cause that's where I lost You. That's where I lost you. And I wish I could undrive those miles, Unbuy that drink, unget your name and just be Mad about the game when I say I hate Alabama. I Hate Alabama. Alabama, I hate crimson red. And I hate how they yell Roll Tide when I got a Braves hat on my head. And I love Lynyrd Skynyrd, but Lord, I hate Sweet Home. 'Cause when I hear it all I see is A girl with house shoes thrown in the stands At Tuscaloosa. Might've lost by twenty-two, But I hate Alabama 'cause that's where I lost You.