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
Now well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Oh, 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
Gimme some, babe
Oh, when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
Now, when the kid hits Alabama, people
Don't you try to dog him 'round
'Cause if you people cause me trouble
Lord, I've got to put you in the ground
Well, I was born in Mississippi
Baby, I don't take any stuff from you
Oh ah, I was born in Mississippi
And I don't take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, it's got to make it black and blue
Now, when I go to Alabama
Got my pistols out about by my side
'Cause, I ride to Alabama
With my pistols out about by my side
'Cause down in Alabama
You can run, but you sure can't hide

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN