| 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 |