(Al Kooper - Ronnie VanZant - Bob 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

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