Birmingham

Delta mama and a Nickajack man Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band Played Springwater and Station Inn Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in Caught a '66 Dodge to Caroline Got her education on her mama's dime She was singin' 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 500 miles from Birmingham Well, Rockamount 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 Waitin' on that little girl to come around Caught in the arms of New York City To lose that gal seemed a terrible pity Rock of ages, cleave for me Let my heart forget of thee Why do you demand Calling me from Birmingham Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE Said, "This'll be the last you'll ever see of me" Well, the cowboy laughed said, "I know it's not true 'Cause there's nothing I could do to get a'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 ain't what you got, it's what you make When the road got rough and the wheels all broke Couldn't take more than we could tow Making something out of nothing with a scratch and a hope 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