Mississippi Kid - Lynyrd Skynyrd

I got my pistols in my pocket boys I’m

I’m Alabama bound

I got my pistols in my pocket boys I’m

I’m Alabama bound

Well I’m not looking for no trouble

But nobody dogs me 'round

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’ll give me some

Give me some baby

Oh when this kid hits Alabama, people

People, don’t you try and dog him 'round

Now when this kid hits Alabama, people

Don’t you try and dog him 'round

'Cause if you people cause me trouble

Then I’ve got to put you in the ground

Well I was born in Mississippi

And I don’t take any stuff from you

Well I was born in Mississippi

And I don’t take any stuff from you

And if I hit you on your head

Boy, it’s got to make you black and blue

Well I ride to Alabama

With my pistols out about my side

Well I ride to Alabama

With my pistols out about my side

'Cause down in Alabama

You can run, but you sure can’t hide.