Lynyrd Skynyrd Mississippi Kid
(Al Kooper, Ronnie Van Zant, Robert Burns) I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols in my pockets boys 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 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 Give me some baby Oh, when the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try and dog him 'round Now, 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 Baby, I don't take any stuff from you Oh, 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'm gone to Alabama With my pistols out by my side Yes, I'm ride to Alabama With my pistols out by my side 'Cause down in Alabama You can run, but you sure can't hide