(Buck Johnson & Charlie Midnight)



Way down in the heart of Dixie

Just outside the “magic city”

I lived a childhood dream

Singin' songs in harmony

While Dora Lee would tickle the ivory

Sounded so sweet



Down in Shady Grove they do believe

You can go away but you never leave



Chorus

The days of Birmingham

They go with me where'er I am

And as I keep on chasing the sun

I end right back where I come from

The days of Birmingham



Everyone loved Esie Mae

A pot of butterbeans and cornbread

Kept the children fed

I thought that I would always stay 

But I fell for a girl who dreamed of Californ - I - A

So we moved out to L.A.



Down in Shady Grove they do believe

You can go away but you never leave



Chorus

The days of Birmingham

They go with me where'er I am

And as I keep on chasing the sun

I end right back where I come from 

The days of Birmingham



Fishin' poles made out of sticks 

And baby dolls that were made out of bricks

And pine pole slides for kicks

Play some bar on a Saturday night 

And Sunday morning sing for Jesus Christ

He is a friend of mine

What a friend we have in Jesus

Yes he is a friend of mine