Walkin' down to Way down south in Land Oh, I thought that I stop awhile Take a vacation style
Got some hospitality Down in a southern hospital Oh, all the signs welcome in by Governor Wallace and Rin-Tin-Tin
They said come along and watch the While we feed our dogs on civil Now, get us wrong Some of our best are friends
Well I've seen travelin' many I've traveled in cars and old But in Birmingham some chose To fly down the street from a fire
Doin' some hard From of plenty Well, a pack of was standin' by I up to them 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 can't be only you dogs in town" They said, sure, we have old Conner There he goes yonder
some raw meat to the Mayor Feedin' to the city council You Governor Wallace doesn't mean no harm Can't you see he's got a lot of
He protectin' us whites, both the and poor Standin' in the door Crackin' jokes, to Huntley Brinkley jury duty, gettin' re-elected
So, I asked why they spent their time With on their mind They said, "If you don't like to live way Get out of here, go to the U.S.A Live with all them and New York folksingers"
Some say they're past their hour Those moderates are in power Oh, they listen with open ears They'll help us out in a couple of hundred
But push 'em whatever you do Or you'll get those extremists back in You see, Alabama is a sovereign sovereign dogs and sovereign hate
They for the Bible and Constitution stand against communist revolution They say "It's Pinkoes like you that the slaves" And right