[Verse 1] Ive got my pistols in my pockets boys Im, Im Alabama bound Ive got my pistols in my pocket boys I, Im Alabama bound Well, Im not looking for no trouble But nobody dogs me around [Verse 2] Now when Im going to fetch my woman, people, TriCities here I come Oh and Im going to fetch my woman, people, TriCities here I come Cause she was raised up on that cornbread I know that woman give me some Give me some baby [Verse 3] Oh when the kid hits Alabama, people Dont you try to dog him around Now when the kid hits Alabama, people Dont you try to dog him around Cause if you people cause me trouble, Lord Ive got to put you in the ground [Harmonica solo] [Verse 4] Well, I was born in Mississippi Baby, dont take any stuff from you Oh I was born in Mississippi And I dont take any stuff from you And if I hit you on your head Boy, its got to make it black and blue [Verse 5] Ah well Im going to Alabama Got my pistols out by my side Cause I ride to Alabama With my pistols out by my side Cause down in Alabama You can run, but you sure cant hide
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