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I've been riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain
Just another good old boy going home
And every town I see
Seems to take a part of me
That's a price that you pay when you roam
And I lie when I have to
And I cry when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
I got holes in both my shoes
And a guitar full of blues
A one-way ticket for a remedy
It's the same old lonesome song
I've been singing all night long
Hey porter, are we out of Tennessee?
And I cry when I have to
And I lie when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
Every year I ride this train
To Alabama in the rain
When I get that lonesome feeling in my bones
But I never get to Birmingham
But getting there is not the plan
No, I just like the feel of going home
And I lie when I have to
And I cry when I can
But I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
- Album:
- Terms Of My Surrender
- My Kind of Town
- Mystic Pinball
- Miscellaneous
- Dirty Jeans & Mudslide Hymns
- Master Of Disaster
- Beneath This Gruff Exterior
- The Tiki Bar Is Open
- Crossing Muddy Waters
- Little Head
- Stolen Moments
- Bring The Family
- Riding With The King
- All Of A Sudden
- Two Bit Monsters
- Slug Line
- Same Old Man
- Imus Ranch Record
- Walk On
- Warming Up To The Ice Age