Walkin' to Birmingham Way down south in Dixie Oh, I thought that I would awhile a vacation southern style
Got some southern Down there in a hospital Oh, all the signs welcome in by Governor Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin
They said come and watch the fights we feed our dogs on civil rights Now, get us wrong Some of our best Negroes are
I've seen travelin' many ways I've in cars and old subways But in Birmingham some people To fly down the from a fire hose
Doin' some travelin' hydrants of plenty Well, a pack of 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 be some men around There can't be you dogs in town" They said, sure, we have old Conner There he goes yonder
some raw meat to the Mayor Feedin' to the city council You know Governor Wallace doesn't mean no you see he's got a lot of charm?
He us whites, both the rich and poor in the schoolhouse door Crackin' jokes, to Huntley Brinkley Servin' duty, gettin' re-elected
So, I asked them why they spent time With segregation on mind said, "If you don't like to live this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live all them Russians and New York folksingers"
say they're past their darkest hour Those moderates are in power Oh, they listen with open ears They'll help us out in a couple of years
But push 'em whatever you do Or else you'll get those back in You see, Alabama is a state With sovereign dogs and hate
stand for the Bible and Constitution They against communist revolution They say "It's like you that freed the slaves" And they're