Birmingham

Virgil Spencer's got a 19 inch Hitachi
 And many demons lingering
 Friday night, he pulled a gun to change the channel
 Something that he picked up from the King
 His wife remembers well the man she knew
 Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue
 She's wasted years
 No time for tears
 'Cause there's another chance
 A someday soon
 Shining like the Alabama moon
 She's looking for the promised land
 Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
 It's 3 am and Virgil's passed out on the sofa
 A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor
 She's packed her bags, she slips the keys out of his pocket
 She's careful not to slam the door
 And as she drives she rubs her rosary
 She's never been so all alone, she's never felt so free
 She got miles to go
 Blind faith and hope
 'Cause there's another chance
 And a someday soon
 Shining like the Alabama moon
 She's looking for the promised land
 Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
 As the rain falls down upon the interstate
 Any doubts she had are all but washed away
 A long look back
 At Birmingham
 'Cause there's another chance
 And a someday soon
 Shining like the Alabama moon
 She's looking for the promised land
 Out beyond the lights of Birmingham
 Another chance
 And a someday soon
 Shining like the Alabama moon
 She's looking for the promised land
 Out beyond the lights of, yeah, yeah, Birmingham
 Birmingham
 Yeah, yeah
 Ooh, whoa baby
 Yeah, someday soon
 Baby, someday soon
 Yeah, someday soon
 Hey, hey, yeah
 Keep on driving
 Yeah, keep on driving baby, yeah