train to birmingham

i've been riding on this train, drinking whiskey for the pain, another good ol' boy going home, and every town i see, seems to take a part of me, that's the price that you pay when you roam, well i cry when i have to, and i lie when i can, but i die a little slower, on the train to birmingham, i got holes in both my shoes, and a guitar full of blues, and a one way ticket for a remedy, it's the same ol' lonesome song, i've been singing all night long, hey, porter, are we out of tennessee?, well every year i ride this train, to alabama in the rain, when i get that lonesome feelin' in my bones, i never get to birmingham, but gettin' there ain't the plan, i just like the feel of going home,