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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
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