(Delaney Bramlett & MacDavis)

I packed everything I own

And I put it in a knapsack

I'm leaving Birmingham, yes I am

And I ain't lookin' back

I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song

I played it for the D.J. on the telephone.

Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Alright!

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 woman in Little
Rock

I had to spend a week one time in the county jail

I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out
of hock

That's the way it goes when you got no dough to
make bail.

I ran out of transportation funds, I had to
hitchhike

I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a
motorbike

People gonna know when I'm in town

Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound.

Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Ow, Uh!

You know that I'm tired of going down

I believe I'm gonna leave this town

I'm leaving Birmingham, Yes I am

Yes I am, Yes I am!

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham

Bye bye Birmingham

Bye bye Birmingham

Bye bye Birmingham

Bye bye Birmingham

Bye bye Birmingham!