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
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