Lyrics

[Verse]
Well, Scott packed his bags, set his sights on the skies,
A man with a mission, dreams in his eyes.
Booked himself a ticket ‘cross the great, wide blue,
But the Birmingham he landed in—ain't the one he knew.

[Chorus]
Birmingham, Alabama, not across the pond,
Where the sweet tea pours and the accents are strong.
He thought he’d find Big Ben, but got BBQ instead,
Scott's journey's a story he's bound to tell 'til he's dead.

[Verse 2]
At the diner on Main Street, they called him "Y’all,"
A far cry from posh tea in a London hall.
He asked for a pub and they said, "What's that?"
And handed him a plate of some grits and fatback.

[Chorus]
Birmingham, Alabama, not across the pond,
Where the sweet tea pours and the accents are strong.
He thought he'd find Big Ben, but got BBQ instead,
Scott's journey's a story he's bound to tell 'til he's dead.

[Bridge]
He laughed at his folly over cornbread and stew,
The Southern charm wrapped 'round the skies so blue.
"I came for the Thames but stayed for the smiles,
Guess Alabama will be my home for a while."

[Verse 3]
So he called back home, told the story so fine,
About misreading tickets and crossing the wrong line.
“You won't hear Big Ben,” they said with delight,
"But you’ll sure hear those crickets in the Alabama night."