Hello L.A., Bye Bye Birmingham

I played it for the DJ on the telephone
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
My ticket's only good to Little Rock
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
That's the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail
I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock
I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike
Alright
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
Bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound
You know that I'm tired of going down
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Bye, bye Birmingham
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes, I am
I had to spend a week one time in the county jail
I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Yes, I am, yes, I am
I believe I'm gonna leave this town
Riding on a Greyhound bus 'cross the Tennessee borderline

Eating from a Po' Boy sandwich, taking drinks from a quart of wine
People gonna know when I'm in town

I'm leaving Birmingham, yes, I am
Bye, bye Birmingham
Ow, uh
I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbike

Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham

I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song
I got to get off at the very last stop
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham