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