Text: Drive By Truckers. Southern Rock Opera. Birmingham.

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 took a bullet in the chest and
I still see him in my sleep

Fifteen dollars in the purse, he couldn't save
Her family didn't buy a stone to mark his grave
Call me up, 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
Birmingham, Birmingham