Mississippi Kid Lyrics

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

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
I know the woman give me some
Gimme some, babe

Oh, when the kid hits Alabama, people don't you try to dog him 'round
Ah, when the kid hits Alabama, people don't you try to 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 baby, 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, its got to make it black and blue

Oh, well I'm going to Alabama with my pistols out by my side
Well, I ride to Alabama with my pistols out by my side
'Cause down in Alabama you can run, but you sure can't hide

Lynyrd Skynyrd - Collector's Edition Lynyrd Skynyrd

Sep 2007

1. You Got That Right
2. Gimme Three Steps
3. One More Time
4. On the Hunt
5. Down South Jukin'
6. All I Can Do Is Write About It
7. Am I Losin'
8. Double Trouble
9. Comin' Home
10. That Smell
11. Workin' for the MCA
12. Call Me the Breeze
13. Mississippi Kid
14. What's Your Name
15. Simple Man
16. Things Goin' On
17. I Need You
18. Swamp Music
19. Sweet Home Alabama
20. Honky Tonk Night Time Man
21. Saturday Night Speccial
22. Tuesday's Gone
23. I Know a Little
24. Gimme Back My Bullets
25. Don't Ask Me No Questions
26. Ballad of Curtis Loew
27. Every Mother's Son
28. Whiskey Rock-A-Roller
29. Free Bird