| Oh Lou, I’d like to let you know that I do not feel welcome.
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| All the birds, the trees, the falling snow;
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| No, they were not made for me.
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| And though this is where her heart resides, we met in California.
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| She saw a city’s promise reaching through my eyes,
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| And she turned her self away.
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| Well how I curse that western skyline.
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| And yet I thanked it for my start.
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| Oh Lou, no my dreams did not come true.
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| No, they only came apart.
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| So I followed her here to Birmingham, where the soil is so much richer
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| And though my aching pride might guide my hand, she did not ask for me to come.
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| So I wait for her all through the day, as if I wait for her surrender.
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| And every time I get her to look my way, she says I’m not where I belong.
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| But I watch her father preach on Sundays.
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| I know the hymnals all by heart.
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| But oh Lou, no my dreams did not come true.
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| No, they only came apart.
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| All the snow fall this time of year, it’s not what Birmingham is used to
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| I get the feeling that I brought it here, and now I’m taking it away.
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| But let’s share one more drink together, before I go reload my car.
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| And oh Lou, no my dreams did not come true.
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| No they only came apart.
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Take me home,
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh
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| Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |