Hello L.A. Bye Bye Birmingham

I packed everything I own and I put it in a knapsack

I'm leaving Birmingham, yes, I am, and I ain't lookin' back

I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song

I played it for the DJ on the telephone

Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Alright

Riding on a Greyhound bus 'cross the Tennessee borderline

Eating from a Po' Boy sandwich, taking drinks from a quart of wine

I got to get off at the very last stop

My ticket's only good to Little Rock

Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock

I had to spend a week one time in the county jail

I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock

That's the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail

I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike

I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbike

People gonna know when I'm in town

Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound

Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Ow, uh

You know that I'm tired of going down

I believe I'm gonna leave this town

I'm leaving Birmingham, yes, I am

Yes, I am, yes, I am

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Bye, bye Birmingham

Bye, bye Birmingham

Bye, bye Birmingham

Bye, bye Birmingham

Bye, bye Birmingham