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