Train To Birmingham

I been ridin' on this train
Drinkin' whiskey for the pain
Just another good ol’ boy goin’ home

And every town I see
Seems to take a part of me
That's the 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
And a one way ticket for a remedy

It's the same old lonesome song
I been singin’ all night long
Hey Porter, are we out of Tennessee?


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
Oh, but gettin’ there’s not the plan
I just like the feel of goin’ home