Walkin' to Birmingham Way down in Dixie Land Oh, I that I would stop awhile Take a vacation style
Got southern hospitality there in a southern hospital Oh, all the signs said in Signed by Governor and Rin-Tin-Tin
They said come and watch the fights While we feed our dogs on rights Now, don't get us Some of our best are friends
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
Doin' some travelin' hydrants of plenty Well, a of dogs was standin' by I up to them and I said, "Hi"
I asked one dog what 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 only you in town" They said, sure, we old Bull Conner he goes walkin' yonder
Throwin' some raw to the Mayor bones to the city council You know Wallace doesn't mean no harm Can't you see got a lot of charm?
He protectin' us whites, both the and poor in the schoolhouse door Crackin' jokes, talkin' to Brinkley Servin' jury duty, re-elected
So, I asked why they spent their time With segregation on their said, "If you don't like to live this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live with all them Russians and New folksingers"
Some say they're past darkest hour Those are back in power Oh, they listen close with open They'll us out in a couple of hundred years
But push 'em whatever you do Or else get those extremists back in You see, is a sovereign state sovereign dogs and sovereign hate
They for the Bible and Constitution stand against communist revolution They say "It's Pinkoes like you freed the slaves" And they're