Two, three, four
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Delta mama and a Nick-a-jack man
Raised Cumberland daughters in a Tennessee band
Played in the basement and the exit Inn
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in
She got a '66 Dodge to Caroline
Got her education on her mama's dime
She was singing in a bar called Comatose
Halfway rusted on the salty coast
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let me hide myself in Thee
Buried in the sand
Five hundred miles from Birmingham
Where a Rackmount cowboy in a rock 'n' roll band
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land
Athens, Georgia on a Friday night
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright
Spent five years going from town to town
Waiting on that little girl to come around
Caught in the arms of New York City
To lose that girl seemed a terrible pity
Rock of Ages, cleave for me
Let my heart forget of Thee
Why do you demand?
Calling me from Birmingham
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Pulled my covered wagon off the BQE
Said this'll be the last you'll ever see of me
Well the cowboy laughed, said I know it's not true
There's nothing I could do to get loose from you
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Made a little money playing in the bars
With two beat up drums and two old guitars
From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake
It ain't what you got, it's what you make
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When the road got rough and the wheels all broke
And we couldn't take more than we could tow
We making something out of nothing from a scratch in our hope
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