Just a little static, breaking up the beetles
A.M. wake up, Tuesday morning tunes
It's a turquoise blue good morning with a copper eagle fly
Whippin' through the plains north across the motel rendezvous
You know me, I'm still a-movin' just as slow as old molasses
Bacon cooked up good and crisper gone
Moved into Alabama in a purple firebird
Lookin' for some love, lookin' for the words to write a song
As cheap as gas is here, I will look beyond my longing
The extra dollar doesn't mean a damn
If I get clear of Jasper and all this Dixie thunder
I'll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
Hippies on the shoulder, yeah, they're out of place hereabouts
They're tie-dyed and golden-haired and free
All the motorcycle cowboys, highway 269ers
Pullin' up the shades and shuttin' down the rebel history
Whoa, me, I'm still a-blowin' through the same old C-sharp harp
Old hymns and Arthur Alexander songs
Jackie Hess is up in heaven
Together they'll both be singin'
Singin' with the Lord above, you best be movin' on
As cheap as gas is here, I will look beyond my longing
The extra dollar doesn't mean a damn
If I get clear of Jasper and all this Dixie thunder
I'll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
As cheap as gas is here, I will look beyond my longing
The extra dollar doesn't mean a damn
If I get clear of Jasper and all this Dixie thunder
I'll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham






I'll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
I'll get breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
Breakfast with brown eyes in Birmingham
Oh, Birmingham
Oh, Birmingham