Birmingham - Drive-By Truckers

Economics shut the furnace down

Bull Connor hosing children down

George Wallace stared them Yankee’s down

In Birmingham

Take a left on the interstate

In the middle of this sultry state

I can’t wait to see your face

In Birmingham

«I don’t think it was worth it»

The last thing Stanley said to me

Twenty four years then a bullet in the chest and

I still see him in my sleep

Fifteen dollars in the purse He could not save

Her family didn’t buy a stone to mark his grave

«Give me a call, if you need a place to stay in Birmingham»

Birmingham

Most of my family came from Birmingham

I can feel their presence on the street

Vulcan Park has seen it’s share of troubled times

But the city won’t admit defeat

Magic City’s magic getting stronger

Dynamite Hill ain’t on fire any longer

No man should ever have to feel He don’t belong in Birmingham

Birmingham