I've got my pistols in my pockets boys
I'm Alabama bound
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
I'm Alabama bound
Well, I'm not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
'Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know that woman give me some
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I got to put you in the ground
Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don't take any stuff from you
Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don't take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make it black and blue
Well, I'm goin' to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Well, I'm ridin' to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run
But you sure can't hide
