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"
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 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
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 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