Crimson Tide Charm

Now I've seen some fine girls from Baton Rouge to Gainesville. But,

buddy, there's somethin' 'bout a 'Bama girl. She's got that Southern smile,

that sweet drawl. And when she throws on that Crimson Tide skirt. Even a Auburn

fan's faith starts to waver. She's struttin' down a strip on a Saturday night.

White boots shinin' under them Tuscaloosa lights. Hand-stewed bow in her long brown

hair. That midriff top says, "Don't you dare stare."

Boys from Georgia to Tennessee. All stop talkin' when she walks by me.

She ain't tryin' to, but Lord, she steals the show.