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