Train to Birmingham

I've been riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain
Another good ol' boy going home

And every town I see
Seems to take a part of me
That's the price that you pay when you roam

WELL I CRY WHEN I HAVE TO
AND I LIE 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
And a one way ticket for a remedy

It's the same ol' lonesome song
I've been singing all night long
Hey, porter, are we out of Tennessee?

WELL I CRY WHEN I HAVE TO
AND I LIE WHEN I CAN
BUT I DIE A LITTLE SLOWER
ON THE TRAIN TO BIRMINGHAM

Well every year I ride this train
To Alabama in the rain
When I get that lonesome feelin' in my bones
I never get to Birmingham
But gettin' there's not the plan
I just like the feel of going home

WELL I CRY WHEN I HAVE TO
AND I LIE WHEN I CAN
BUT I DIE A LITTLE SLOWER
ON THE TRAIN TO BIRMINGHAM



Credits
Writer(s): John Hiatt
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