(David Lee Murphy/Kim Tribble)
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She was still on my mind when I crossed the state line
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Walked out a little too fast
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I said some things that I didn't mean
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And I should have taken 'em back
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And I knew when I said 'em that voice in my head whispered
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Man when are you gonna learn
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You told her goodbye you left with your pride
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But you're gonna eat those words
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And now I'm havin' breakfast in Birmingham
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Tryin' to swallow my pride
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I got a plate full of memories
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And not much appetite
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There ain't nothin' like a cold cup of coffee and a stale apology
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I'm having breakfast in Birmingham
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She's in Tennessee
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It's a thunderin' sound silver droppin' down
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In an ol' pay phone
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When you're makin' that call to say you were wrong
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And it's ringin' like nobody's home
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She's not the kind who'll cry and remind me
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That I left and broke her heart
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I'm prayin' she answer 'cause I gotta tell her
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This time I went too far
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And now I'm havin' breakfast in Birmingham
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Tryin' to swallow my pride
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I got a plate full of memories
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And not much appetite
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There ain't nothin' like a cold cup of coffee and a stale apology
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I'm having breakfast in Birmingham
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She's in Tennessee
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Breakfast In Birmingham
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David Lee Murphy |