Birmingham

Delta mama and a Nickajack man

Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band

Played Springwater, Station Inn

Couldn't play fast

Couldn't fit in

Caught a '66 Dodge in 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

Five hundred miles from Birmingham

Well, Rockmount 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 goin' 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?

Callin' 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 nothin' I could do to get loose from you"

Made a little money playin' 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

Coudn't take more than we could tow

Makin' somethin' outta nothin' 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