John Hiatt
John Hiatt - Train To Birmingham songtekst
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I've been riding on this train Drinking whiskey for the pain Just 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 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 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? And I cry when I have to And I lie when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham 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 Oh but gettin' there's not the plan No I just like the feel of going home And I lie when I have to And I cry when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham Well I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham