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 [bad word]  
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people 
Tri-cities here [bad word] 
'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 [bad word]  but you sure can't hide

Written(s): Al Kooper, Bob Burns, Ronnie Van Zant