Mississippi Kid

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