Walkin' down to Way south in Dixie Land Oh, I that I would stop awhile Take a vacation style
Got southern hospitality Down there in a hospital Oh, all the said welcome in Signed by Governor and Rin-Tin-Tin
They come along and watch the fights While we our dogs on civil rights Now, get us wrong Some of our Negroes are friends
Well I've seen many ways I've traveled in cars and old But in Birmingham some chose To fly down the street a fire hose
Doin' hard travelin' hydrants of plenty Well, a pack of dogs was by I up to them and I said, "Hi"
I asked one dog they all were doin' He up to me and started chewin' I said, "Hold it, I'm the A.S.P.C.A. Society for the of Cruelty to Agitators"
And I said, "There must be some men There can't be only you in town" They said, sure, we old Bull Conner There he goes yonder
Throwin' some raw meat to the Feedin' to the city council You know Governor Wallace doesn't mean no you see he's got a lot of charm?
He protectin' us whites, the rich and poor Standin' in the schoolhouse Crackin' jokes, talkin' to Brinkley Servin' jury duty, gettin'
So, I asked them why they their time With segregation on mind They said, "If you don't like to this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A with all them Russians and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their hour Those moderates are back in Oh, they close with open ears They'll help us out in a couple of hundred
But don't 'em whatever you do Or else get those extremists back in You see, Alabama is a sovereign sovereign dogs and sovereign hate
They for the Bible and Constitution They against communist revolution They say "It's Pinkoes like you freed the slaves" And they're