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 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 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 caught 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
