Mississippi Kid by Lynyrd Skynyrd

I got my pistols in my pockets boys,
I'm Alabamy bound.
I've got my pistols in my pockets boys, I'm
I'm Alabamy bound.
Well, I'm not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round.

Now when, 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 that woman give me some.

When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round.
'Cause if you people cause me trouble,
Lord I got to put you in the ground.

Well, I was born in Mississippi
Baby 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 it black and blue.

Well, I'm a gone to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
Yes, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out by my side
'Cause on down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can't hide