Mississippi Kid

I got my pistols in my pocket, boys, I'm

I'm Alabama bound

I've got my pistols in my pocket, boys, I'm

I'm Alabama bound

Well, I'm not looking for no trouble

But nobody dogs me 'round

Now, well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people

Tri-cities, here I come

Oh 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'll give me some

Give me some, baby

Oh, when the kid hits Alabama, people

Don't you try and dog him 'round

Now, when the kid hits Alabama, people

Don't you try and dog him 'round

'Cause if you people cause me trouble

Lord, I've got to put you in the ground

Well, I was born in Mississippi, babe

I don't take any stuff from you

Oh, I was born in Mississippi

And I don't take any stuff from you

And if I hit you on your head

Boy, it's got to make you black and blue

Well, I'm goin' to Alabama

Got my pistols out by my side

Mm, yes, 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