MISSISSIPPI KID

I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm Alabamy bound. I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm I'm Alabamy 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 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 Babe, 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. ah well I go to Alabama I got my pistols out a by my side yes, I ride to Alabama With my pistols out a by my side 'Cause down in Alabama You can run, but you sure can't hide