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