Lyrics:

(Al Kooper - Ronnie Van Zant - Bob Burns)I've got my pistols in my pockets boys,I'm Alabama bound.I've got my pistol
s in my pockets boys, I'mI'm Alabama bound.Well, I'm not looking for no troubleBut nobody dogs me 'round.Well, I'm going t
o fetch my woman, peopleTri-cities here I come.Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, peopleTri-cities here I come'Cause she wa
s raised up on that cornbreadAnd I know she's gonna give me some.When the kid hits Alabama, peopleDon't you try and dog him
'round.When the kid hits Alabama, peopleDon't you try and dog him 'round.'Cause if you people cause me trouble,Then I've g
ot to put you in the ground.Well, I was born in MississippiAnd I don't take any stuff from youWell, I was born in Mississip
piAnd I don't take any stuff from youAnd if I hit you on your headBoy, its got to make you black and blue.Well, I ride to
AlabamaWith my pistols out by my sideWell, I ride to AlabamaWith my pistols out by my side'Cause down in AlabamaYou can ru
n, but you sure can't hide