(written by John Hiatt) / Kevin Welch - Capo @ 2nd Fret & play as written I'm ridin' on this train, drinkin' whiskey for the pain G... Just another good ole boy headed home And every town I see, seems to take a part of me Well, that's the price, that you pay, when you roam Yes, I cry, when I have to, and I lie when I can Oh, but, I die a little slower, on the train to Birmingham I got holes in both of my shoes, got a guitar full of blues And a one-way ticket, for my remedy It's the same old lonesome song, I been singin' all night long Hey Porter, are we out of Tennessee Repeat Chorus Every year I take this train, to Alabama in the rain When I get this lonesome feelin', in my bones But, I never get to Birmingham, ah but Gettin' there ain't the plan I just like the feel of goin' home Repeat Chorus On the train to Birmingham