Birmingham

Rock of Ages, cleave for me.

Let me hide myself in Thee.

Buried in the sand,

Five hundred miles from Birmingham.

 

When the road got rough and the wheels all broke,

Couldn't take more than we could tow.

Making something out of nothing with a scratch and a hope,

Wth two old guitars like a shovel and a rope.

 

Rock of Ages, cleave for me.

Let me hide myself in Thee.

Now I understand,

On better terms since Birmingham.

 

- Shovels & Rope

Done