I own and I put it in a knapsack
I'm leaving Birmingham, yes, I am,
I ain't never gonna look back
I bought me a guitar and wrote me a song
I played it for the DJ on the telephone
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
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 next stop
My ticket's only good to Little Rock
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
I got mixed up with a big city
I had to take a two- days job to get
my boy- friend out of hock
But that's the way it goes when you
ain't got the dough to make bail
I ran out of transportation funds,
I hitched me a ride with a long haired
tattooed dude on a motorbike
Heads are gonna turn when
I'm going out to Hollywood,
Oh hello L.A., goodbye, Birmingham
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