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 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 ain't the plan

i just like the feel of going home