mississippi kid

Lyrics

i've got my pistols in my pockets boys, 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. well, i'm going to fetch my woman, people, tri-cities here i come. 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 she's gonna give me some. when the kid hits alabama, people, don't you try and dog him 'round. when the 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, its got to make you black and blue. well, i ride 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