Train to Birmingham
JOHN HIATT
Riding on this train
Drinking whiskey for the pain just
Another good ol' boy going home
And every town I see
Wants to take a part of me
That's the price that you pay when you roam
CHORUS:
And I cry when I have to
And I lie when I can
Oh but I die a little slower
On the train to Birmingham
I walked holes in both my shoes
Got a guitar full of blues
And a one way ticket for my remedy
It's the same ol' lonesome song
I've been singing all night long
Hey porter are we out of Tennessee
REPEAT CHORUS
Every year I take the train
To Alabama in the rain
I get that lonesome feelin' in my bones
You know I never get to Birmingham
You know gettin' there ain't the plan
I just like the feel of going home
REPEAT CHORUS
On the train to Birmingham
