I've been riding on this train Takin' whiskey for my pain Just another good ol' boy goin' home And every town I see Seems to take a part of me That's the price that you pay when you roam And I cry when I have to And I lie whenever I can But I die a little slower On a train to Birmingham I got holes in both my shoes Got a guitar full of blues And a one way ticket for my remedy It's the same ol' lonesome song I've been singing all night long Hey, porter, are we out of Tennessee And I cry when I have to And I lie whenever I can But I die a little slower On a train to Birmingham Well every year I take this train To Alabama in the rain When I get this lonesome feelin' in my bones I never get to Birmingham But gettin' there ain't the plan I just like the feel of comin' home Well I cry when I have to And I lie when I can But I die a little slower On the train to Birmingham On the train to Birmingham