| I’ve been riding on this train
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| Drinking whiskey for the pain
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| Just another good old boy going home
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| And every town I see
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| Seems to take a part of me
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| That’s a price that you pay when you roam
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| And I lie when I have to
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| And I cry 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 got holes in both my shoes
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| And a guitar full of blues
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| A one-way ticket for a remedy
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| It’s the same old 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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| And 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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| Every year I ride this train
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| To Alabama in the rain
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| When I get that lonesome feeling in my bones
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| But I never get to Birmingham
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| But getting there is not the plan
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| No, I just like the feel of going home
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| And I lie when I have to
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| And I cry 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, I die a little slower
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| On the train to Birmingham |