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