Birmingham Blues
By John Fleming
[Verse 1]
Many fine places I used to call home
From Tulsa to Houston to Old San Antone
Had my share of good women, loved more than a few
But there sure ain’t no hurting, like the Birmingham Blues
[Verse 2]
Armful of memories I try to forget
Little Rock Annie and Galveston Bette
There’s Kate from Atlanta, Mae from Santa Cruz
I’m inking my way to the Birmingham Blues
[Chorus]
Can’t change the past when life’s moving along
When you can’t figure out what’s right or what’s wrong
Drop a white to get right, and a red to get loose
Jack whiskey and tequila and the Birmingham Blues
[Verse 3]
West to Oklahoma, East to Baton Rouge
Just ride on that Seahorse, whatever you do
The market is calling for West Texas crude
While sinners are crying the Birmingham Blues
[Verse 4]
I’m a roughneck from nowhere, tripping pipe, living fast
A company man buried inside a glass
So line ‘em up, barkeep, and fill ‘em with booze
I’m drinking my way to the Birmingham Blues
[Chorus]
Can’t change the past when life’s moving along
When you can’t figure out what’s right or what’s wrong
Drop a white to get right and a red to get loose
Jack whiskey and tequila and the Birmingham Blues
