Walkin' down to Way down south in Land Oh, I thought that I would awhile Take a vacation southern
Got some southern there in a southern hospital Oh, all the said welcome in Signed by Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin
They said come along and watch the we feed our dogs on civil rights Now, don't get us of our best Negroes are friends
Well seen travelin' many ways traveled in cars and old subways But in Birmingham people chose To fly down the street from a fire
Doin' some hard From of plenty Well, a pack of was standin' by I up to them and I said, "Hi"
I one dog what they all were doin' He walked up to me and started 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 you dogs in town" They said, sure, we have old Conner he goes walkin' yonder
Throwin' some raw meat to the bones to the city council You Governor Wallace doesn't mean no harm Can't you see got a lot of charm?
He protectin' us whites, both the and poor Standin' in the schoolhouse jokes, talkin' to Huntley Brinkley Servin' jury duty, re-elected
So, I asked them why spent their time segregation on their mind They said, "If you don't to live this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live with all them and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their hour Those moderates are in power Oh, they listen close with ears They'll help us out in a couple of years
But don't 'em whatever you do Or else you'll get extremists back in You see, Alabama is a sovereign With sovereign dogs and sovereign
They for the Bible and Constitution They stand against communist say "It's Pinkoes like you that freed the slaves" And they're