Ive got my pistols in my pockets boys,
Im Alabama bound.
Ive got my pistols in my pockets boys, Im
Well, Im not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me round.
Well, Im going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come.
Tri-cities here I come
Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know that womanll gonna give me some.
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Dont you try and dog him round.
Now when the kid hits Alabama, people
Cause if you people cause me trouble,
Then Ive got to put you in the ground.
Well, 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 you black and blue.
Well, Im going to Alabama
Got 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 cant hide
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