Walkin' to Birmingham Way down in Dixie Land Oh, I thought that I would awhile Take a southern style
Got some southern Down there in a southern Oh, all the signs said in Signed by Governor Wallace and
They said along and watch the fights we feed our dogs on civil rights Now, get us wrong Some of our best Negroes are
Well I've travelin' many ways I've traveled in and old subways But in Birmingham people chose To fly down the street from a hose
some hard travelin' From of plenty Well, a of dogs 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 started I said, "Hold it, I'm the A.S.P.C.A. for the Prevention of Cruelty to Agitators"
And I said, "There be some men around There be only you dogs in town" said, sure, we have old Bull Conner There he goes yonder
Throwin' some raw meat to the Feedin' to the city council You Governor Wallace doesn't mean no harm Can't you see got a lot of charm?
He us whites, both the rich and poor Standin' in the schoolhouse Crackin' jokes, talkin' to Huntley jury duty, gettin' re-elected
So, I them why they 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 Russians and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their hour moderates are back in power Oh, they listen close with ears They'll help us out in a of hundred years
But don't 'em whatever you do Or you'll get those extremists back in You see, is a sovereign state With sovereign dogs and sovereign
They for the Bible and Constitution They stand against revolution say "It's Pinkoes like you that freed the slaves" And right