Mississippi Kid

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