Lyrics:
Love the hustle, I will never leave (leave)
Love the hustle, I will never leave (yeah)
Got a few tricks up my sleeve (sleeve)
Went to Birmingham for
of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face
it'll change
That it's all been worth the wait
Give me something I can't fake
Oh, but I'm brokenhearted in Birmingham
Wondering just who I am
Your
I?ve taken more than I can stand
We?ll drive down through Birmingham
South to Montgomery, man
Folks there, they call it Alabam
I call it the Promised
Birmingham is slowly killing you
So tell her
I'm the one you left behind
And I'll be here
Just in case you change your mind
Goodbye
Now the cut is
Heading east on 20, out of downtown Birmingham.
Clocking 57 days on the road.
The rig is still rolling. on to south Carolina,
Me and the boys got
better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is in that bus to Birmingham
Tonight I'll slip back in the shadows
And I'll sip a glass of whiskey
this bar to listen to my sorrow
So come on, baby, why don't you tell me where you wanna go?
'Cause I'm too drunk to drive to Birmingham tonight
I'm
the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
Well she came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into the station you could hear all the people
kids)
We're the kids that you meet
We're the Birmingham kids (Birmingham kids)
We're the kids on the street
We're the Glasgow kids (Glasgow kids)
We're
Lovie Joe, that ever lovin' man
From way down home in Birmingham
He can do some lovin' and some lovin' sure
And when he starts to love me I holler more
out of Birmingham, wave them all goodbye
Catch a 747 and I'll give L.A. a try
Look out London, look out Kennedy
I'll be coming to Los Angelos
you're gonna eat those words
[Chorus]
And now I'm havin' breakfast in Birmingham
Tryin' to swallow my pride
I got a plate full of memories
And not
Rock bitch, Little Rock bitch
Fort Worth bitch, Fort Worth bitch
Nashville bitch, Nashville bitch
Birmingham bitch, Birmingham bitch
Jack-town bitch,
true?
One two, buckled my shoe
Then I lost my step
I woke up in Birmingham
With this ribbon around my neck
Red dirt, magnolias
Kudzu on the trees
Once I
I never would have hitchhiked to
Birmingham if it hadn't been for love
I never would have caught the train to
Louisiana if it hadn't been for
settle down somewhere.
New Orleans to Birmingham,
Or out here in this midwest town
Where I am right now.
Listen to rhythm of the wheels go 'round.
and handsome and known quite well by all
She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
As she pulled into
kids)
We're the kids that you meet
We're the Birmingham kids (Birmingham kids)
We're the kids on the street
We're the Glasgow kids (Glasgow kids)
We're
of the engine hear the lonesome hoboes squall
They're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball
She came down from Birmingham one cold December day
kissed her goodbye and I drove away
Then somewhere on the other side of Birmingham I knew I soaked her up deeper than that Florida tan So I took the next
determination back
There’s no looking back, you’re now looking at
Birmingham’s very own people’s champ
They can address me without a stamp, they can’t
Birmingham list z więzienia jeden dziewięć sześć trzy
Chciały jego głowy kaptury z Tennessee
Birmingham i kaptury dwa tysiące jedenasty
Anglik Hindus i ja
tea
Oh but I'd rather you just come on home to stay, baby set me free
Now you're the Queen of Birmingham
Add me I'm just another man
Street signs
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