Birmingham
Delta mama and a Nickajack man
Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band
Played Springwater and Station Inn
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in
Caught a '66 Dodge to Caroline
Got her education on her mama's dime
She was singin' in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in thee
Buried in the sand
500 miles from Birmingham
Well, Rockamount cowboy in a rock and roll band
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land
Athens, Georgia on a Friday night
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright
Spent five years going from town to town
Waitin' on that little girl to come around
Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that gal seemed a terrible pity
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let my heart forget of thee
Why do you demand
Calling me from Birmingham
Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE
Said, "This'll be the last you'll ever see of me"
Well, the cowboy laughed said, "I know it's not true
'Cause there's nothing I could do to get a'loose from you"
Made a little money playing in the bars
With two beat up drums and two old guitars
From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake
It ain't what you got, it's what you make
When the road got rough and the wheels all broke
Couldn't take more than we could tow
Making something out of nothing with a scratch and a hope
Two old guitars like a shovel and a rope
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in thee
Now I understand
On better terms since Birmingham
Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band
Played Springwater and Station Inn
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in
Caught a '66 Dodge to Caroline
Got her education on her mama's dime
She was singin' in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in thee
Buried in the sand
500 miles from Birmingham
Well, Rockamount cowboy in a rock and roll band
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land
Athens, Georgia on a Friday night
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright
Spent five years going from town to town
Waitin' on that little girl to come around
Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that gal seemed a terrible pity
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let my heart forget of thee
Why do you demand
Calling me from Birmingham
Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE
Said, "This'll be the last you'll ever see of me"
Well, the cowboy laughed said, "I know it's not true
'Cause there's nothing I could do to get a'loose from you"
Made a little money playing in the bars
With two beat up drums and two old guitars
From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake
It ain't what you got, it's what you make
When the road got rough and the wheels all broke
Couldn't take more than we could tow
Making something out of nothing with a scratch and a hope
Two old guitars like a shovel and a rope
Rock of ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in thee
Now I understand
On better terms since Birmingham
Credits
Writer(s): Cary Ann Hearst, Michael Trent Robinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.