Song parody of
Boulder to Birmingham
by Dolly Parton
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I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
I know there's life below me
And all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
I don't want to hear a sad story filled with heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night
And I watched it burn, I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in a saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, see your face
Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I survive
And I've come to listen to the sounds of trucks
As they moved out on Highway 95
And pretending it's the ocean coming to wash me clear
To wash me clear if you know what I mean
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in a saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, see your face
I don't want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
I know there's life below me
And all that you can show me is the prairie and the sky
I don't want to hear a sad story filled with heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
I was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night
And I watched it burn, I watched it burn, I watched it burn
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in a saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, see your face
Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I survive
And I've come to listen to the sounds of trucks
As they moved out on Highway 95
And pretending it's the ocean coming to wash me clear
To wash me clear if you know what I mean
I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in a saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, see your face
