Hello L. A., Bye Bye Birmingham Mac Davis

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 thе county jail
I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar outta hock
But that's the way it goеs 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