G 
Delta Mama and a Nickajack Man 
Em 
Raised their Cumberland daughters in a Tennessee band 
D 
Played Springwater at Station Inn 
C                                Em 
Couldn't play fast, couldn't fit in 

G 
Caught a '66 Dodge in Caroline 
Em 
Got her education on her mama's dime 
D 
She was singing in a bar called Comatose 
C                              Em 
Halfway rusted on the salty coast 

C             G 
Rock of Ages, cleave for me 
C       G       Em     G        
Let me hide myself in Thee 
G        C    Em 
Buried in the sand 
C              G        D      G 
Five hundred miles from Birmingham 

G 
Rockamount Cowboy in a rock and roll band 
G                                        Em 
Plugged his amplifier in all across the land 
D 
Athens, Georgia on a friday night 
C                                      Em 
Saw that little girl, she could sing alright 

G 
Spent five years going from town to town 
G                                     Em 
Waiting on that little girl to come around 
D 
Caught in the arms of New York City 
C                                  Em 
To lose that gal seemed terrible pity 

C              G 
Rock of Ages, cleave for me 
C         G      Em   G 
Let my heart forget a beat 
G      C   Em 
Why do you demand 
C          G    D      G         
Calling me from Birmingham 

Em 
Pulled her covered wagon off the BQE 
Em                                          G 
Said this'll be the last you'll ever see of me 
Em              
Well the cowboy laughed said I know it's not true 
Em                                                 G 
Cause there's nothing I could do to get loose from you 

G 
Made a little money playing in the bars 
G                                     Em 
With two beat up drums and two old guitars 
C 
From the Crescent City to the Great Salt Lake 
C                                    Em 
It ain't what you got, it's what you make 

G    Em   C   Em 

G 
When the road got rough and the wheels all broke 
Em 
Couldn't take more then we could tow 
G 
Making something out of nothing with a scratcher and our hope 
C                                           G 
With two old guitars like a shovel and a rope 

C               G  
Rock of Ages, cleave for me 
C       G       Em      G 
Let me hide myself in Thee 
G      C   Em 
Now I understand 
C         G           D      G 
On better terms since Birmingham