Lyrics:

I've got my pistols in my pockets boys,I'm Alabama bound.I've got my pistols 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 to fetch my woman, peopleTri-cities here I come.Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, peopleTri-cities here I come'Cause she was 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 got to put you in the ground.Well, I was born in MississippiAnd I don't take any stuff from youWell, I was born in MississippiAnd 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 run, but you sure can't hide