Birmingham

Load up the tank

We’ve got cut that path

Back beneath the pines and Saint Augustine grass

I spread that bone and I spread that ash beneath this ground

Hollow, yes, that’s thy sound

And I saw a preacher preach his pain

From Cullman county Back down to Snowdon

And back to Birmingham

I crossed those tracks and I know the mark it made

From Granada Drive

That bedroom, yes, your slave

The shots rang out and it’s how we fell

That made this state a home

It’s old red hell

And I saw a preacher preach his pain

From Cullman county

Back down to Snowdoun

Where she was supposed to lay

I know I talked all night beneath these ghostly county lines S

He says it’s all the same

It’s all I’ll be

The price I pay

I know it’s all the same

Big bro it’s the way we came

It's back the way I came

Load up the tank

We’ve got cut that path

Back beneath the pines and Saint Augustine grass

And I heard a preacher preach his shame

From Cullman county

Back down to Snowdoun

And back to Birmingham

It’s back to Birmingham