Train To Birmingham

John Hiatt

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    I've been riding on this train
    Drinking whiskey for the pain
    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

    Well, I cry when I have to
    And I lie 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
    And 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?

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    Well, 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
    But gettin' there ain't the plan
    I just like the feel of going home

    Well, I cry when I have to
    And I lie when I can
    But I die a little slower
    On the train to Birmingham

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    Composición: John Hiatt

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