Hello L.A., Bye Bye Birmingham

I packed everything I ownAnd I put it in a knapsackI'm leaving Birmingham, yes I amAnd I ain't lookin' backI bought me a guitar and I wrote a songI played it for the D.J. on the telephone.Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I amHello L.A., bye bye BirminghamAlright!Riding on a Greyhound bus'Cross the Tennessee borderlineEating from a Po' Boy sandwichTaking drinks from a quart of wineI got to get off at the very last stopMy ticket's only good to Little Rock.Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I amHello L.A., bye bye Birmingham.I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little RockI had to spend a week one time in the county jailI had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hockThat's the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail.I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhikeI caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbikePeople gonna know when I'm in townHeads are gonna turn when they hear my sound.Going out to Hollywood, feelin ggood, yes I amHello L.A., bye bye BirminghamOw, Uh!You know that I'm tired of going downI believe I'm gonna leave this townI'm leaving Birmingham, Yes I amYes I am, Yes I am!Hello L.A., bye bye BirminghamHello L.A., bye bye BirminghamHello L.A., bye bye BirminghamHello L.A., bye bye BirminghamBye bye BirminghamBye bye BirminghamBye bye BirminghamBye bye BirminghamBye bye Birmingham!