(Delaney Bramlett & MacDavis) I packed everything I own And I put it in a knapsack I'm leaving Birmingham, yes I am And I ain't lookin' back I bought me a guitar and I wrote a song I played it for the D.J. on the telephone.
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Alright!
Riding on a Greyhound bus 'Cross the Tennessee borderline Eating from a Po' Boy sandwich Taking drinks from a quart of wine I got to get off at the very last stop My ticket's only good to Little Rock.
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham.
I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock I had to spend a week one time in the county jail I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock That's the way it goes when you got no dough to make bail.
I ran out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike I caught me a ride with a tattooed dude on a motorbike People gonna know when I'm in town Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound.
Going out to Hollywood, feeling good, yes I am Hello L.A., bye bye Birmingham Ow, Uh!
You know that I'm tired of going down I believe I'm gonna leave this town I'm leaving Birmingham, Yes I am Yes I am, Yes I am!