Walkin' down to Way down south in Dixie Oh, I that I would stop awhile Take a southern style
Got some hospitality Down in a southern hospital Oh, all the signs said in by Governor Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin
They come along and watch the fights While we our dogs on civil rights Now, don't get us Some of our best Negroes are
Well I've seen travelin' many I've traveled in and old subways But in some people chose To fly down the from a fire hose
Doin' some hard From of plenty Well, a pack of dogs was by I walked up to and I said, "Hi"
I asked one dog what they all were He walked up to me and started I said, "Hold it, I'm the A.S.P.C.A. for the Prevention of Cruelty to Agitators"
And I said, "There must be some men can't be only you dogs in town" They said, sure, we have old Bull There he goes walkin'
Throwin' raw meat to the Mayor Feedin' bones to the city You know Governor doesn't mean no harm you see he's got a lot of charm?
He protectin' us whites, the rich and poor in the schoolhouse door Crackin' jokes, to Huntley Brinkley Servin' jury duty, re-elected
So, I asked why they spent their time With segregation on their They said, "If you don't like to this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live with all them and New York folksingers"
Some say they're their darkest hour Those are back in power Oh, they close with open ears They'll help us out in a couple of hundred
But push 'em whatever you do Or else you'll get extremists back in You see, is a sovereign state With dogs and sovereign hate
They stand for the Bible and They stand against revolution They say "It's like you that freed the slaves" And right