Mississippi Kid
Composer(s): Robert Burns; Al Kooper; Ronnie Van Zant
Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
and various other artists



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