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(Buck Johnson & Charlie Midnight) Way down in the heart of Dixie Just outside the magic city I lived a childhood dream Singin' songs in harmony While Dora Lee would tickle the ivory Sounded so sweet Down in Shady Grove they do believe You can go away but you never leave Chorus The days of Birmingham They go with me where'er I am And as I keep on chasing the sun I end right back where I come from The days of Birmingham Everyone loved Esie Mae A pot of butterbeans and cornbread Kept the children fed I thought that I would always stay But I fell for a girl who dreamed of Californ - I - A So we moved out to L.A. Letras de cancionesDown in Shady Grove they do believe You can go away but you never leave Chorus The days of Birmingham They go with me where'er I am And as I keep on chasing the sun I end right back where I come from The days of Birmingham Fishin' poles made out of sticks And baby dolls that were made out of bricks And pine pole slides for kicks Play some bar on a Saturday night And Sunday morning sing for Jesus Christ He is a friend of mine What a friend we have in Jesus Yes he is a friend of mine From Letras Mania