Текст песни Birmingham - Shovels & Rope

Delta mama and a Nickajack man
Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band
Played Springwater and Station Inn
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in
Caught a '66 Dodge to Caroline
Got her education on her mama's dime
She was singin' 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
500 miles from Birmingham

Well, Rockamount cowboy in a rock and 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
Waitin' on that little girl to come around
Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that gal 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 her 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
'Cause there's nothing I could do to get a'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
Couldn't take more than we could tow
Making something out of nothing with a scratch and a 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