Germany

Baseball games in Germany Oktoberfest on Texas nights October there's a lack of light But I still sense that Texas heat In a tent below the stars Beneath the live oaks in the hills Pour wine till my chalice spills To the tune of blues guitars Birmingham, I'm coming home Those Texas hills are pretty close See the same stars shine above these roads Strange that you could reach the stars With red and orange tequila stripes Now the time's at long last ripe To travel east and park my car In that fully-ripened time The nations will become as one Understand each other's tongues As Abraham's eternal line Birmingham, I'm coming home Those Texas hills are pretty close See the same stars shine above these roads My cup of joy has overrun I've seen the breach in time and space Folks from every long-lost place Unified in David's Son Birmingham, I'm coming home Those Texas hills are pretty close I see the same stars shine above these roads