Album Name : Dirty Jeans and Mudslide Hymns
Release Date : 2011-08-02
Song Duration : 3:38
John Hiatt Train To Birmingham
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