Birmingham -

Virgil Spencer’s got a ninteen-inch Hitachi

And many demons lingering

Friday night he pulled a gun to change the channel

Something that he picked up from the King

His wife remembers well the man she knew

Seems the dreams she had have all turned black and blue

She’s wasted years

No time for tears

'Cause there’s another chance and a someday soon

Shining like the Alabama moon

She’s looking for her promised land

Out beyond the lights of Birmingham

It’s three a.m. and Virgil’s passed out on the sofa

A fifth of Jim Beam on the floor

She’s packed a bag she slips the keys out of his pocket

She’s careful not to slam the door

And as she drives she rubs her rosary

She’s never been so all alone she’s never felt so free

She’s got miles to go Blind faith and hope

'Cause there’s another chance and a someday soon

Shining like the Alabama moon

She’s looking for her promised land

Out beyond the lights of Birmingham

As the rain falls down upon the interstate

Any doubts she had are all but washed away

One long look back

At Birmingham

'Cause there’s another chance and a someday soon

Shining like the Alabama moon

She’s looking for her promised land

Out beyond the lights of Birmingham