Lyrics Gene Watson – Walking Back To Birmingham

Got my shoes from the Salvation Army
Got my hat from a kind-hearted friend
Hocked my watch at a pawnshop in Buffalo
For a bottle of wine and a flea-bitten bed

When the sun comes up in the morning
When the wine in my bottle goes down
Put my hat on my head and my shoes on my feet
And go walking back to Birmingham

I’ve got a three-acre farm and a catfish pond
And a smokehouse filled with country ham
Well, that thousand miles of road won’t seem far to go
‘Cause I’m walking back to Birmingham

When the sun comes up in the morning
When the wine in my bottle goes down
Put my hat on my head and my shoes on my feet
And go walking back to Birmingham
Yeah, I’ll go walking back to Birmingham