Walkin' to Birmingham Way south in Dixie Land Oh, I thought that I stop awhile a vacation southern style
Got some hospitality there in a southern hospital Oh, all the said welcome in Signed by Governor Wallace and
said come along and watch the fights While we feed our dogs on rights Now, get us wrong Some of our best are friends
Well I've seen travelin' many I've traveled in cars and old But in some people chose To fly down the from a fire hose
some hard travelin' From of plenty Well, a pack of was standin' by I up to them and I said, "Hi"
I asked one dog what they all were He walked up to me and chewin' 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 There can't be you dogs in town" They said, sure, we have old Bull There he walkin' yonder
some raw meat to the Mayor Feedin' bones to the council You know Governor Wallace mean no harm Can't you see he's got a lot of
He us whites, both the rich and poor Standin' in the door Crackin' jokes, talkin' to Brinkley jury duty, gettin' re-elected
So, I them why they spent their time With segregation on their They said, "If you don't to live this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live all them Russians and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their darkest moderates are back in power Oh, they close with open ears They'll help us out in a of hundred years
But push 'em whatever you do Or else you'll get those back in You see, Alabama is a sovereign sovereign dogs and sovereign hate
They stand for the and Constitution They stand against revolution They say "It's Pinkoes you that freed the slaves" And right