Birmingham - Shovels & Rope

Delta Mama and a Nickajack Man

Raised their Cumberland daughter in a Tennessee band

Played Springwater at Station Inn

Couldn’t play fast, couldn’t fit in

Caught a '66 Dodge in Caroline

Got her education on her mama’s dime

She was singing 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

Five hundred miles from Birmingham

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

Waiting 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 a beat

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 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 then we could tow

Making something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope

With 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