Lynyrd Skynyrd :: :: Mississippi Kid




  
   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