Birmingham (Live) [Live]

Two, three, four Delta mama and a Nick-a-jack man Raised Cumberland daughters in a Tennessee band Played in the basement and the exit Inn Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in She got a '66 Dodge to Caroline Got her education on her mama's dime She was singing 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 Where a Rackmount cowboy in a rock 'n' 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 going from town to town Waiting on that little girl to come around Caught in the arms of New York City To lose that girl seemed a terrible pity Rock of Ages, cleave for me Let my heart forget of Thee Why do you demand? Calling me from Birmingham Pulled my 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 There's nothing I could do to get loose from you Made a little money playing 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 And we couldn't take more than we could tow We making something out of nothing from a scratch in our 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