(Verse 1)
E
I’ve got my pistols in my pockets boys,
I’m Alabama bound.
A
I’ve got my pistols in my pockets boys, I’m
E
I’m Alabama bound.
B7
Well, I’m not looking for no trouble
E
But nobody dogs me ‘round.
(Verse 2)
E
Well, I’m going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come.
A
Well, I’m going to fetch my woman, people
E
Tri-cities here I come
B7
‘Cause she was raised up on that cornbread
E
And I know that woman’ll gonna give me some.
(Verse 3) E
When the kid hits Alabama, people
Don’t you try and dog him ‘round.
A
Now when the kid hits Alabama, people
E
Don’t you try and dog him ‘round.
B7
‘Cause if you people cause me trouble,
E
Then I’ve got to put you in the ground.
(Verse 4)
E
Well, I was born in Mississippi
And I don’t take any stuff from you
A
Well, I was born in Mississippi
E
And I don’t take any stuff from you
B7
And if I hit you on your head
E
Boy, it’s got to make you black and blue.
(Verse 5)
E
Well, I’m going to Alabama
Got my pistols out by my side
A
Well, I ride to Alabama
E
With my pistols out by my side
B7
‘Cause down in Alabama
E
You can run, but you sure can’t hide
(Outro chord)
E7
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