I've been riding on this train
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Drinking whiskey for my pain
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Another good ol' boy headed home
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And every town I see
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Wants to take a part of me
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That's the price that you pay when you roam
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Well I cry when I have to
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And I lie when I can
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But I die a little slower
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On the train to Birmingham
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I walked holes in both my shoes
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Got a guitar full of blues
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And a one way ticket for my remedy
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It's the same ol' lonesome song
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I've been singing all night long
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Hey, porter, are we out of Tennessee
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Well I cry when I have to
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And I lie when I can
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But I die a little slower
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On the train to Birmingham
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Well every year I take this train
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To Alabama in the rain
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When I get that lonesome feelin' in my bones
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I never get to Birmingham
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But gettin' there ain't the plan
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I just like the feel of going home
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Well I cry when I have to
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And I lie when I can
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But I die a little slower
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On the train to Birmingham
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On the train to Birmingham
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Train To Birmingham (Live)
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| Cross Canadian Ragweed |
