Well I packed everything
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
Going out to Hollywood,
feeling good, yes, I am
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
Going out to Hollywood,
feeling good, yes, I am
Hello L.A., bye, bye Birmingham
I got mixed up with a big city
fellow in Little Rock
I've spent two weeks one
night in the county jail
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 had to hitchhike, yeah
I hitched me a ride with a long haired
tattooed dude on a motorbike
And folks are gonna know
that I'm in town
Heads are gonna turn when
they hear my sound
I'm going out to Hollywood,
feeling good, yes, I am
Oh hello L.A., goodbye, Birmingham
Hello L.A., bye,
bye
Birmingham