I packed everything I own and I put it in a knapsack Leavin’ Birmingham, yes, I am, ain’t never gonna look back I bought me a guitar and wrote me a song Played it to the DJ on the telephone
Now I’m goin’ out to Hollywood, feelin’ good, yes, I am Hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham
I’m ridin’ on a Greyhound bus across the Tennessee borderline Eatin’ up a po’ boy sandwich, sneakin’ drinks from a quart of wine I got to get off at the next stop Ticket’s only good to Little Rock
But I’m goin’ out to Hollywood, feelin’ good, yes, I am Woo, hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham
Well, I got mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock Had to spend a week one night in the county jail I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar outta hock But that’s the way it goes when you ain’t got the dough to make bail
Knock me out I done run out of transportation funds, I had to hitchhike I caught a ride with a long-haired tattooed dude on a motorbike And folks are gonna know that I’m in town Heads are gonna turn when they hear my sound
I’m goin’ out to Hollywood, feelin’ good, yes, I am Oh, hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham
Woo, hello L.A. Bye-bye Birmingham Gonna be a star, yes, I are Up in Hollywood, California I’m comin’ to you, don’t you know Today, Hollywood, tomorrow, the world Hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham Hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham Hello L.A., bye-bye Birmingham