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I've been riding on this trainDrinking whiskey for the pain justAnother good ol' boy headed homeAnd every town I seeSeems to take a part of meThat's the price that you pay when you roamWell I cry when I have toAnd I lie when I canBut I die a little slowerOn the train to BirminghamI got holes in both my shoesGot a guitar full of bluesAnd a one way ticket for my remedyIt's the same ol' lonesome songI've been singing all night longHey, porter, are we out of TennesseeWell I cry when I have toAnd I lie when I canBut I die a little slowerOn the train to BirminghamWell every year I take this trainTo Alabama in the rainWhen I get that lonesome feelin' in my bonesI never get to BirminghamBut gettin' there ain't the planSongtexteI just like the feel of going homeWell I cry when I have toAnd I lie when I canBut I die a little slowerOn the train to BirminghamOn the train to Birmingham Aus Songtexte Mania