Mississippi Kid

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.