Mississippi Kid

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






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