Walkin' to Birmingham Way down in Dixie Land Oh, I thought I would stop awhile a vacation southern style
Got southern hospitality Down there in a hospital Oh, all the said welcome in Signed by Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin
They said come along and the fights While we feed our dogs on rights Now, don't get us Some of our best Negroes are
I've seen travelin' many ways I've traveled in and old subways But in Birmingham people chose To fly down the street from a fire
Doin' hard travelin' From hydrants of Well, a pack of dogs was by I walked up to and I said, "Hi"
I asked one dog what they all were He up to me and started chewin' 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" said, sure, we have old Bull Conner There he goes yonder
Throwin' some raw meat to the bones to the city council You know Governor Wallace doesn't no harm you see he's got a lot of charm?
He us whites, both the rich and poor Standin' in the door Crackin' jokes, talkin' to Huntley Servin' jury duty, gettin'
So, I asked them why they their time With segregation on mind They said, "If you don't to live this way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A with all them Russians and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their darkest Those are back in power Oh, they listen close with ears They'll help us out in a couple of years
But push 'em whatever you do Or you'll get those extremists back in You see, Alabama is a sovereign With sovereign and sovereign hate
They stand for the and Constitution They stand against communist They say "It's Pinkoes like you freed the slaves" And they're