Birmingham

Delta mama and a Nickajack man

Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band

Played Springwater at Station Inn
Couldnt play fast, couldnt fit in

Caught a 66 Dodge in Caroline

Got her education on her mamas dime

She was singing in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast

Rock of Ages, cleave for me

Let me hide myself in Thee

Buried in the sand

Five hundred miles from Birmingham

Rock em out cowboy in a rock and roll band
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land

Athens, Georgia on a friday night
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright

Spent five years going from town to town
Waiting on that little girl to come around

Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that gal seemed terrible pity

Rock of Ages, cleave for me

Let my heart forget a beat

Why do you demand

Calling me from Birmingham

Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE
Said thisll be the last youll ever see of me

Well the cowboy laughed said I know its not true
Cause theres nothing I could do to get loose from you

Made a little money playing in the bars
With two beat up drums and two old guitars

From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake
It aint what you got, its what you make

When the road got rough and the wheels all broke

Couldnt take more then we could tow

Making something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope
With two old guitars like a shovel and a rope

Rock of Ages, cleave for me

Let me hide myself in Thee

Now I understand

On better terms since Birmingham